Jessie helps him recover from the experience.

The stairs were an arduous obstacle course as he dragged his leaden legs up each step.

She said it was okay, but that doesn’t make it true. I manhandled her.

His feet carried him down the pitch black hallway to Jessie’s door. He knocked, and she answered quickly. Judging from her damp hair, she must have showered while she waited. Some vague thought about if she’d had warm water entered his head, but vacated before he could voice it.

Now she wore a t-shirt and a different pair of boy-short panties. He should have been overjoyed to see his angel standing there trying to outdo her earlier performance by wearing even less clothing, but the thoughts of his mom banished most of the excitement from him.

“Hey. Can I come in?” he asked.

She picked up on his sour mood right away, but didn’t grill him about it. “Of course.”

He walked into the dimly lit room and sat on her floor, with his back against the bed. The scent of lilac permeated the dark space.

Is the System tempting me too far? In one day I’ve exposed my mom, felt-up Jessie’s ass, and tried to sway Marlene to let me touch her pussy. That last one he didn’t really feel bad about, though. It was clear that woman wanted a lot more from him than a couple of fingers.

“You okay?” she asked. The worry in her eyes was more than he deserved.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. Then, almost rhetorically, “Do you think we went too far today?”

It took her a few moments to answer, and he was glad for the wait. It meant that she was really considering it.

“Maybe...” she began slowly, “If someone told me yesterday that I’d ever let anyone, much less my brother, get a handful of this booty, I would have accused them of doing hard drugs.”

Ten nimble fingers intertwined with his.

“But I kind of love this situation we’re in. Having a man that’ll let me be in control, and actually being...” Her face fled to its new favorite hiding place in the crook of his neck. “...being excited for your touch. I haven’t been this happy for longer than I can remember.” Soft lips passed her affection into his neck.

“You’re excited for my touch?” he asked. Hearing her say she was happy had lifted his spirits enough to tease her mercilessly.

“Don’t just repeat the most embarrassing part! Why not focus on how I said that I was happy? Romantic moment? No? Of course not. You’re too busy thinking about getting your grubby hands all over your poor innocent model-“

“I seem to recall my ‘innocent’ model being the one leading my hands to her ass earlier though...?”

She hopped up and rushed to her clothes hamper, rummaging through it until she found a pair of sweatpants. She stepped into them and started pulling them up over her legs.

“If you can’t be a gentleman then you’ll never get to see your model’s ass again. Oh, how sad for you! Bet you wish you weren’t such a horny menace now.”

By the time he reached her, her sweats were halfway over the ass in question. He slung her over his shoulder so that her butt was next to his face and her head was against his back.

“The Horny Menace Strikes Back!” he cried nerdily.

“Put me down you brute! I’m a delicate lady and I’ll not be treated like this!” She kicked her legs out in front of him and he had to stagger around the room while he did his best not to drop her.

“Only if you take your pants back off.”

“Kiss my ass, Mr. Photographer.”

“Can I?”

Her legs stopped moving. “Kiss my ass?”

“It looks like it needs it, you know.”

“If I let you give it one kiss will you put me down and stop humiliating me?”

“But of course, my dear.”

Ever so quietly, she said, “Fine.”

“I didn’t quite hear that. Could you say it again?”

“You’re the worst,” she said. “I’m going to make yo-o-ouuuu..!!” Hey, she said I could kiss it.

The spot he chose to kiss was a fleshy sliver of skin sticking out from under her boy-shorts. His lips held the position for a few wonderful seconds, and then he flicked his tongue out, gave her butt a friendly lick, and laid her out before him on the bed.

Jessie looked up at him and bit her bottom lip. “That’s cheating,” she said weakly. “I didn’t expect you to go straight for my weak spot like that.”

He crawled into her bed and laid down next to her. “Too much stimulation for one day?”

“It’s okay. But maybe that’s as far as we go for now, okay? I’m surprising myself so far, but I’m not invincible,” she said, and turned her head to face him. To his relief, a gentle smile was on her face. He brought her fingers to his lips and kissed each of her knuckles, from her thumb to her pinky.

I might be in love, after all.

“No problem. I’m fine just lying here with you.”

Shyly, she scooted closer to him until her shoulder was pressed into his armpit. “Kisses aren’t banned,” she blurted out. “Just in case you were curious or something... not that we have to. I know you were upset about something earlier and I wasn’t very helpful so...” Jessie the Magnificent and her rosy red cheeks. They should take this show on the road. If she kept modeling for him, maybe they would.

A gentle kiss passed between them. “You’re more helpful than you know,” he said appreciatively, and swept her in as close as they could get without being straight up on top of one another. A sensation against his arm alerted him to a glorious reality.

“Are you not wearing a br-“ her thumb and index finger pinched his lips closed.

“If you leave me alone about it, I’ll keep it off. If you make a spectacle out of it like you do with everything else, I’m going to put on a bra, and a sweater, and a hoodie,” she huffed, but still kissed the corner of his mouth.

“These ‘good boy’ rules are going to be the death of me.”

“These good boy rules are the only reason you’re in my bed making out with me right now. A necessary evil, don’t you think?” she asked sweetly. She has a point.

Neither of them needed to say anything after that, and they focused all their attention on tender kisses— well, except for every once in awhile when she shifted and rubbed her large braless tits against him.

The swelling of his cock was painful.