From Another Perspective... (Guest Post)

Authors Note: Welcome to another Guest Post by BreaktheBar! This post (and another to come) follows the continuity of the 'Meanwhile, across town on a date...' guest post continuity, and is a variation on the events from the moment Lucy returns to the house with Emily, to when Alice and Jake will leave. It is not part of the main continuity, but might just give some inspiration to our fearless Series writer, Rico. Enjoy!

“Come on, baby girl,” Lucy said, hosting Emily out of her car seat and setting her on her feet. “Looks like Nana still isn’t home yet, but Auntie Alice is. Are you ready to go swimming?”

“Yes!” Emily said, pumping her fist in the air with a little jump.

Where the hell did you get that from? Lucy thought, laughing to herself.

“Alright, Hunny. Let’s go.” Lucy said, but Emily was already running towards the front door.

“Mummy, mummy, it’s locked,” Emily said as Lucy followed her. She had her bottom lip stuck out like she thought they weren’t going to be able to get in for the rest of time. “Oh my dear,” Lucy sighed, swinging her overstuffed bag onto one shoulder and picking up her daughter. “You, my dear, don’t need to worry. What do locked doors need?”

“Um,” Emily thought. “Keys?”

“Exactly. And Nana and Papa love Mummy, just like Mummy loves you, so Mummy still has a key. We can always come over if we want to,” Lucy said while fishing her car keys back out of her bag with her other hand. She had Emily balanced on her hip, and her daughter held onto the front and back of her dress. Girl better not be stretching the fabric, Lucy thought, but knew it was probably too late and that was life.

Lucy managed to balance everything and unlock the door, pushing it open with her foot and striding into the air-conditioned interior.

“Hey, Jake!” Emily said, waving towards the living room. Lucy turned and saw Alice’s new boy was sitting on the edge of the couch like he’d just sat down.

“Hey Emily,” he smiled.

“Oh, hello Jake,” Lucy said. Had her sister mentioned Jake was here? She’d honestly been distracted as hell in the car when she had called hands free - Emily was a car talker. The weird thing was, seeing the guy, Lucy felt herself get just a little flush as her body remembered the last time she’d been thinking about him.

Lucy quickly leant down, setting Emily down and fixing her dress, before patting her on the bum to let her know she was good to run around.

“Hello Lucy,” Jake said, and Emily immediately scampered towards him. Jake was just standing up and Emily ran into him at full tilt, wrapping her arms around his legs in a hug and just missing smashing her head into his junk. He coughed politely, and leant down and gave her a friendly pat.

“I see you two are friends now,” Lucy said, smiling and shaking her head. Her kid could really make an impression on a guy - thankfully Jake was getting the good kind. “Here. You come park your happy little behind and finish eating.”

Lucy pulled the McDonald’s kids meal out of her carryall bag and laid out the uneaten half of Emily’s lunch - a few chicken nuggets and fries. The kid had been just too excited for the pool to eat inside the fast food joint.

“Okay,” Emily said, hopping up onto the couch and grabbing a fry in each hand, quickly munching one.

Lucy stood, and the carryall shifted on her shoulder and slipped right off, spilling the contents of her and Emily’s life outside of their apartment all over the floor. “Shit,” she said, forgetting to censor herself in front of Emily.

“Let me help,” Jake said and moved to help.

“Thank you,” she said, smiling in half embarrassment, and half thankfulness as she squatted down next to him and started shovelling her crap back into the bag. There was everything from snacks to toys to her phone and tablet, to extra napkins and mints and an emergency change of clothes for Emily and, and, and.

“Mommy said a bad word,” Emily giggled.

“And that was very bad of Mommy,” Lucy said, shaking her head and glancing back at Emily. Please, god stay this young and cute. Lucy’s nightmare was that her perfect daughter would develop the same rebellious streak she had in her early teens.

“Bad Mommy,” Emily said, giving an exaggerated frown and pointing at her. “Mommy needs a spanking.”

“Probably,” Lucy smirked. Then her brain kicked into gear again and she remembered Jake was right next to her. One part of her brain again jumped to her last time thinking of Jake, connecting that to the spanking, while the much larger part got a little more embarrassed all over again. “Sorry,” she said, “I am sure you didn’t want to hear that.”

“I’m in high school so I’ve heard worse,” Jake shrugged.

“Just wait ‘till college,” Lucy snickered. She’d only attended her first semester before she’d realized she was pregnant with Emily, but Lucy’s wild years had only escalated when she and all her other girlfriends were out from their parent’s roofs.

“Um, Lucy,” Jake said, and Lucy raised an eyebrow as the guy turned his head away and awkwardly gestured towards her feet.

Oh, fuck, Lucy thought, but she said, “Oh, sorry sugar.”

She’d been flashing him! When she squatted down to pick up the stuff, her dress had gone and done her dirty and he’d gotten a clear look. She quickly closed her legs and slipped onto her knees. Fuck, at least I was wearing fucking panties. Wait, what panties am I wearing? Then she remembered she was in that purple thong. The one that made her feel sexy as fuck. The one that hugged onto her camel toe. Please, god don’t let me be wet.

“Guess it’s a good thing I wore underwear today,” Lucy laughed, trying her damndest to play it off and smiling. “Teasing. Thank you for being a gentleman and saying something.”

Then Lucy did something without thinking, and reached out and ran her fingers through Jake’s hair. Realizing she might be coming across as the creepy older sister hitting on her younger sister’s boyfriend, she quickly turned that into a ruffle of his hair instead like he was even younger than he was. “How about we not tell my sister about this?”

“Okay,” he shrugged.

Lucy immediately felt a wave of relief and stood. “Thanks. Can you be a dear and watch Emily for a second while I go pee and slip into my swimsuit?” She shoved the last few items into the carryall as she stood, feeling flustered and hoping she didn’t look it.

“Of course,” he said. As if it would be obvious that a teenage boy would happily watch a 3-year-old girl.

“Thank you, dear,” Lucy said, touching his shoulder and trying to show how much she really meant it through her smile.

As Lucy made her way to the front foyer and stairs, she could hear Jake talking with Emily. “What are you eating?”

“French fries. Want one?” she heard Emily say.

Oh, god. Emily will have him eating out of her hand. Lucy shook her head. The thing was, in just the couple of times Lucy had seen Jake interact with Emily, he’d really been excellent with her. Lucy shook her head at where her head was going yet again - OK, so a guy being good with kids was fucking hot. A guy being good with her kid specifically was even hotter.

She knew she needed to stop thinking like this. Jake was eighteen. Jake was also her sister’s boyfriend, whether they knew it yet or not. Lucy knew that look Alice gave him well - it was the same one she’d used to give Emily’s father. Of course, with hindsight, Lucy could also tell Jake was much more worthy of that look. But there was also the way he looked at Alice. He absolutely adored her.

And that was sort of hot, too.

Stop, just stop, she thought. Last night she’d gotten herself off after that shitty date by thinking of him in the shower. Lucy knew she shouldn’t have done that, but it was harmless and had helped her get over that emotional hump. Her fantasy was not reality.

She was not going to fantasize about her sister lending Lucy her boyfriend again.

Probably.

Lucy went to the upstairs closet where she still kept some clothes at her parent’s place, but her bikini wasn’t there. Shit, did I take it home? She was fairly sure she hadn’t. Hearing water running the bathroom down near Alice’s room, she figured she would just ask her sister - they were almost the same size now, though Alice’s hips hadn’t flared like Lucy’s with the pregnancy. Maybe Alice was starting to borrow her clothes.

The door was open just a crack, which made Lucy frown and shake her head. Come on girl, do you really trust him that much? Alice knew better.

Lucy almost barged in, but stopped when she heard Alice moan, “Fuck!”

Lucy hesitated, her hand on the washroom door handle, and in a moment of morbid curiosity, she eased the door open just a little bit more.

Alice was in the shower, her voluptuous body in full view through the glass door. She was slowly sliding down, her back pressed to the wall, into a half-crouched position with her legs spread in front of her and her tits pressed between her arms and overflowing. Alice was holding the removable showerhead against her pussy, the water beating her lip. And then she shifted, grinding her pussy against it, shifting against the wall as if she were getting fucked.

“Fucking hell,” Lucy whispered, having a hard time tearing her eyes away from her sister. She glanced back towards the stairs. The washroom was a little way down the hallway from the open area overlooking the foyer, and there wasn’t a clear view from the living room and only a far corner of the foyer itself was visible. Lucy licked her lips nervously and looked back into the washroom, eyeing her sister.

Fuck, Lucy, you’re doing it again. She really needed to get laid, her horniness was starting to make her do stupid things.

Alice kept grinding herself on the showerhead, but raised and hand and pawed at her own tit, groping herself.

Lucy groaned, deep in her chest and slowly pulled up the hem of her dress and teased her pussy through that little, tight thong that Jake had seen. Just reminding herself of that made her cunt throb a little.

Inside the room, Alice now had her arm across her midsection, foisting her tits up and out a bit, and tossed her head from side to side, her wet hair sending streaks of water across the shower as she clearly felt the ecstasy of the teasing she was giving herself.

Slipping her fingers inside her thong, Lucy just put her fingertips on her bare labia. This is so fucking wrong.

Alice opened her eyes and Lucy saw her focus on a shampoo bottle. It wasn’t huge but definitely would have been a very large cock if you compared sizes.

Oh, please, do it, Lucy thought to herself. Watching Alice fuck herself would be so fucking hot.

Instead, Alice licked her lips and started grinding herself on the shower head even harder. In response, Lucy just pushed on her labia harder, not actually rubbing herself through sheer willpower but completely unable to tear her eyes away from the vision of her sister.

Alice slid to her knees, riding the shower head as it beat water up at her, and she leaned forward and pressed a hand to the glass as she came. Her whimpering could just be heard over the sound of the running water.

It was the hottest thing Lucy had ever seen.

Lucy recovered first, watching her sister pant, sitting on the floor of the washroom.

“Fuck me sideways,” Lucy mumbled to herself, carefully closing the door until it was almost shut, but not enough for the doorknob to click into place.

Then, because it turned out it wasn’t her entire mind encompassed by her horniness, the big sister part of Lucy’s brain clicked on and she realized she had an excellent chance to embarrass her little sister.

Lucy stood, fixed her dress, picked her thong wedgie out of her ass and then fixed her dress again, and barged into the washroom.

“What are you doing?” she asked, laughing inside her head as she watched Alice go into a panic.

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