Coming Home

George lived on the fifth floor of their apartment building, while Benji and Danny lived on the third. They bid him farewell in the elevator and made their way through the hallway. They didn’t get very far, though, as Danny noticed someone stood, partway through opening their door.

Becca Rogers was Danny’s next door neighbour, residing in 303 next to his 304. She typically hung around with the Stoners, playing drums in the band a lot of that group played in. Her shoulder-length blonde hair had a pink streak in it, and she was always dressed like the typical rocker chick: a leather jacket, Nirvana shirt and ripped jeans. Danny had always thought she was cool.

“Hey Becca! Hooow have you been?” Danny opened with, immediately failing catastrophically to be smooth. Like, so catastrophically he sort of accidentally slipped into a British accent for a few of his words.

Becca audibly sighed, before turning to face him. “Hi, Danny. Just trying to open my door.”

“Cool, cool. Need any help?”

“No, no. I think I’ll be fine. I’ve had a lot of practice.”

Danny laughed a little too loud, before they both fell into silence.

“I guess I’ll see you later.” Becca tried to escape, finally unlocking her door and heading inside.

“Yeah, see you!” He replied, a little too late.

The door slammed shut, leaving the two boys behind.

“Dude, that was the worst fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Benji sniped.

“It wasn’t that bad-”

“9/11 wasn’t that bad compared to that! Jesus Christ dude, you have the worst rizz imaginable.”

“Well, I’d like to see you do better.”

“Wouldn’t need to try that hard. ‘Cause again, worse than 9/11.”

“That’s such a cop out.”

“Well, I mean, it’s not like we can prove it. What are we gonna do, knock on her door and ask her to rate us?”

Danny goes quiet as he genuinely considers it for a moment, before deciding it was a terrible idea.

“Let’s just agree to disagree.” Benji conceded.

“Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow.” Danny waved goodbye as he entered apartment 303 and Benji walked further down the hall.

Meanwhile, Harrison laid back on his bed, scrolling through Instagram and proving Benji’s comments from earlier infuriatingly right. Jelena’s photos were just too good as jerk off material.

Swiping through various bikini pics posted over the summer, Harrison pumped his cock quickly, imagining her shaking her ass for him, blowing him and riding him, fast and hard. Just as he was reaching his endpoint, he began to overhear some noises from the other side of the wall: faint but noticeable creaking and moaning.

Goddamn it Felicity.

Felicity is Harrison’s twin sister. She’s a member of the School Band, being adept at playing the trombone. She was also currently getting fucked, presumably by her boyfriend, fellow band member Oliver Hayes.

The audacity of her to bring him home and fuck him so loudly when she knew he was in the next room. Just because their Dad wasn’t home, didn’t mean she was home alone.

The moans were only getting louder, though, and he wasn’t gonna stop now. If anything, the moans were good ambience to jack off to. He closed his eyes, imagined they were coming from Jelena’s mouth and continued.

The twins ended up finishing at about the same time. Felicity’s orgasm was announced with screams of ‘Oliver’ and ‘Fuck’, which made it harder to pretend it was Jelena but there was nothing he could do about it. Harrison came into a Kleenex he kept on the side of his bed that he always insisted were for a cold he never had. Now that he had come down from his high, he felt more annoyed at his sister, so went to give her a piece of his mind.

He knocked on her door, and waited for her to open it. It took her a while, but eventually she did, clad in a small bathrobe.

“What do you want, jackass?” She asked, clearly agitated.

“Just, in the future when you fuck your boy toy, can you make just a little less noise? Some people are trying to sleep.”

“Sure, some people are, but you for sure aren’t. Am I making it harder to jerk off, you virgin?”

“Can you just stick a sock in your mouth or some shit?”

“No. This is my house, I’ll make as much noise as I want. You’re probably just jealous that I’m getting some and you aren’t.”

“Oh yeah. I’m sooo jealous. I want nothing more than for a white boy to fuck me.” He retorted sarcastically.

“I’m quoting you on that.” She grinned nastily before slamming the door on him.

He sighed before returning to his room. It took barely any time for the creaking and moans to resume. Harrison resigned to covering his ears with a pillow and trying his goddamn hardest to ignore it.