Louise wakes you up

You’re next awoken by Louise saying something and furiously shaking your shoulder.

“Huh?” you reply, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“Get up!” she huffs. “It’s already 11:30 and we’re supposed to meet Kathrine for lunch today.”

“It’s Sunday, already?” you groan, rolling over and threatening to go back to sleep on her couch.

“‘Fraid so,” Louise sighs, before yanking the blanket off of you in one swift move leaving you cold and annoyed. You grumble your protests at her, and slowly start to sit up. “I’m gonna rinse off in the shower really fast, and then we’re going,” she says, throwing a towel over her shoulder.

“What about me?” you ask, blinking at Louise.

“I dunno,” she replies, “just be ready in ten, Kathrine is already blowing up my phone about us being late.” Then you hear the bathroom door slam.

You grumble some more as you hear the water start in the bathroom, sitting up on the couch and stretching. You're just pulling your shirt on when you hear a door open and see Tatiana emerge from her room. She’s wearing a thin t-shirt and a pair of boyshorts that leave barely anything to your imagination.

"Well, well," she drawls, smirking at you. "Look what the cat dragged in. Have fun last night?" She flops down on the couch next to you, leaning in close.

You shrug, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, it was alright. Drank too much though. How about you?"

Tatiana snorts. "Please, I'm not here to make small talk. I just thought you might want a proper good morning." With that, she grabs the front of your shirt and yanks you in for a kiss.

You're surprised but not unwilling, kissing back with enthusiasm. Tatiana's lips are soft and she tastes like cigarettes. Your hands find their way to her waist, squeezing as your tongues tangle.

The kiss is hot and wet and filthy, leaving you both panting when you finally pull apart when the water in the bathroom shuts off.

Tatiana smirks, wiping her mouth. "You see that's much more like it. Maybe you're not so bad at this after all." She stands up, stretching languidly. "Well, as fun as this has been, some of us have actual work to do today. See you on Tuesday, stud."

With that she saunters off into the kitchen, leaving you flushed and throbbingly hard on the couch. You sit there frozen for a moment, dazed and horny, before shaking yourself out of it. You finish getting ready, then meet Louise by the door. She's dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, hair still damp from the shower.

"Ready to go?" she asks, jingling her keys.

You nod and follow her out to the car. The drive to Poly State is quick and aggressive, Louise weaving in and out of traffic like a madwoman. You cling to the door handle and try not to throw up as she takes a sharp turn.

Louise notices your discomfort and laughs. "What's the matter? Can't handle a little speed?"

"You're going to get us killed," you mutter, but there's no real heat in it. This is just how she drives.

As you get closer to campus, her demeanor shifts. She clears her throat and glances at you sideways. "So, about last night―"

You feel your heart skipping a beat as you answer. “Yeah?"

"I just wanted to say that I had a really good time. With you. As my 'boyfriend'." She chuckles softly. "But maybe we should keep that between us? Our little secret? You know?"

You nod, swallowing hard. "Yeah, of course. I won't say anything."

She smiles and reaches over to pat your knee. "Good. I knew I could count on you."

The two of you lapse into silence as Louise pulls up outside Kathrine's dorm, where she's waiting outside, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently. She's wearing high waisted jeans and a long sleeve sweatshirt, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. She's always been the more studious and serious sibling, and she clearly dresses the part. Through your third eye, you can make out a bright light pink light hanging between her hips.

"About time you two showed up," she huffs as she slides into the backseat. "I was starting to think you forgot about me."

"Oh don't be such a drama queen, Kit-Kat," Louise chides, using the nickname she knows Kathrine hates with a burning passion. "We're like, what, ten minutes late? Chill out."

Kathrine just snorts and buckles her seatbelt. "It was 39 minutes, actually. Whatever. It stinks in here. Let's just go, I'm starving."

The drive to the Greasy Spoon is filled with sibling banter, mostly between Louise and Kathrine. They snipe at each other affectionately, arguing about everything from Kathrine's study habits to Louise's driving.

You mostly stay quiet, still tired from the night’s activities and content to let them have their fun. But all the while, Kathrine seems to be losing her nerve. She starts having trouble making eye contact with you, getting increasingly flustered and breathless. When you catch her eye in the rearview mirror, she quickly looks away, cheeks pink.

You frown, wondering what's gotten into her all of a sudden. But before you can ask, Louise is unbuckling her seatbelt and hopping out of the car. "Alright, let's go!" she says cheerfully. "I'm starving. And I want some pancakes."

You follow your sisters towards the art deco silhouette of the Greasy Spoon diner.

You and Kathrine follow Louise into the diner, the bell over the door jingling and the smells of grease, coffee grounds, and cigarettes wafting into your nose and making it twitch as you enter. The three of you slide into an empty booth, you on one side and Louise and Kathrine on the other.

The waitress comes by shortly, popping her gum, looking bored as ever. She is a perky little thing, around 5’8”, with brown hair and brown eyes, her uniform’s skirt showing off her coltish legs.

"What can I get you folks?" she asks in a monotone voice.

"I'll have the bacon cheeseburger with fries, please," you say, handing her your menu.

Kathrine orders next, "Um, I'll have the grilled cheese and tomato soup." She seems a bit distracted, fidgeting in her seat.

Louise rolls her eyes and chuckles. "Still a kid at heart I see. I'll have the pancakes with toast."

“The pot calls the kettle black,” you chuckle.

The waitress nods, jotting down your orders. "Alrighty, I'll have that out for you shortly."

As she walks away, Louise leans forward, resting her chin on her hand. "So, how's school going for you two? Keeping those grades up?"

You shrug. "It's alright, just trying to stay on top of everything between the Archive Project and classes."

Kathrine sighs dramatically. "It's a nightmare. I swear, my group members are morons, my roommate is a slob, and if I have to write out one more stoichiometric diagram, I'm going to lose it for good."

Louise laughs, "Oh, I remember those days. Just keep pushing through, it'll be worth it in the end."

As you chat, you start to notice the other patrons in the restaurant. A group of college girls a few booths down keep glancing over at your table, whispering and giggling among themselves. One of them, a pretty blonde, looks particularly flushed and keeps fanning herself with her menu while stealing glances at you. Your third eye sees a bright, hot pink light between her hips. Ovulating.

You raise an eyebrow but think nothing more of it, too tired and hungry to go on the hunt for trouble now, turning back to your sisters. You overhear snippets of their conversation, something about a Halloween party they're planning to attend.

"...and I'm thinking of going as a sexy nurse, or maybe a maid," Louise is saying. "What about you, Kit-Kat?"

Kathrine frowns, pulling at the neckline of her sweatshirt. "I don't know, maybe a witch? Maybe I'll just stay in and study. I don't really feel like dressing up anyway."

Louise scoffs. "Lame. Come on, it'll be fun! We can find you something sexy to wear too. As the good book said, ‘Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it’.” She adds a sagely nod, as if to belabor the point.

Kathrine narrows her eyes at Louise, “and why would I ever want to dress like that to begin with? So I can get drooled on by some boy who can’t tie his own shoelaces?”

“Someday, Kit-Kat,” Louise sighs and shakes her head, “you’ll understand.”

Kathrine just rolls her eyes.

The waitress arrives with your food, and you notice that she too seems to be affected by whatever is affecting Kathrine. She leans over to place your plate in front of you, giving you a clear view down her shirt. "Is there anything else I can get for you?" she asks, her voice dripping with innuendo.

"No, that's all, thanks," you reply quickly, eager for her to leave.

As the waitress walks away, her hips cocking side to side, you notice Kathrine's demeanor changing again. She's getting more and more flustered, her cheeks flushed and her breathing shallow. She starts peeling off her layers; first her sweatshirt, then her long sleeve shirt, until she's down to her thin tank top, which clings to her sweat-dampened skin and does nothing to hide the curve of her pert breasts from view or the hardening shape of her nipples through the fabric. You lick your lips, remembering that vision of her wrapped in gossamer and silk, eyes lidded and looking up at you, her brother-husband.

Louise kicks your leg under the table.

“Ow,” you hiss under your breath and shoot Louise a hurt look, which she returns with an annoyed look, caught red handed staring.

"Uh, Kit-Kat? Are you feeling okay?" Louise asks, reaching to feel her forehead.

Kathrine bats her hand away. "I'm fine, just a little hot. Is it hot in here?"

You shake your head. "Not particularly.”

“I mean,” Louise replies, shifting her posture as well. “I mean maybe a little bit.”

“But if you're not feeling well, we can head out after we eat,” you say with a raised eyebrow.

Louise nods in agreement, but you can see the worry in her eyes. The rest of the meal passes with slightly awkward small talk, Kathrine getting more and more squirmy in her seat all the while. You for one are too busy inhaling your burger as if you are starving, and once you are finished with it, you hardly feel sated, electing to steal as much from your sister’s plates as they will permit, which considering that Kathrine barely touches her sandwich, fries, or tomato soup, is quite a bit.

Finally though, you all finish your meals and Louise offers to drive Kathrine back to her dorm. As you exit the Greasy Spoon, you can't help but notice the stares from the other patrons, especially the blonde girl who looks about ready to pass out, longingly staring at you, while her friends desperately fan her and themselves while also shooting you hot glances. There’s also the scent of flowers and honey in the air, nearly as strong as the smell of grease. You shrug it off and hurry after your sisters, hoping Kathrine is alright.

As you, Louise, and Kathrine climb back into the car after your bizarre lunch experience at the Greasy Spoon, you can't help but notice how flustered and hot-bothered Kathrine seems. Her cheeks are flushed, and she's fidgeting in her seat, trying to avoid making direct eye contact with you. Both you and Louise exchange puzzled glances, silently asking each other, "What's gotten into her?"

"So, how was your lunch, Kit-Kat?" Louise asks, trying to break the awkward silence in the car as you drive back to Poly State.

Kathrine mumbles something inaudible and continues to stare out the window, her face pressed against the cool glass. You raise an eyebrow at Louise, who just shrugs in response.

The rest of the drive is filled with small talk between you and Louise, mostly about your classes and her graduate studies. Kathrine remains quiet, but you can feel her gaze resting on you every now and then. Meanwhile the inside of the car increasingly smells like fresh fruit and flowers to you, making your nose twitch.

As Louise pulls up to Poly State, she suggests, "Hey, why don't you walk Kathrine back to her dorm? It's on your way anyways."

Kathrine's eyes widen, and she looks like she's about to protest, but then quickly changes her mind. "Uh, yeah, sure. That'd be great," she says, her voice slightly higher pitched than usual.

You shrug and agree, not thinking much of it.

Kathrine, walking beside you, seems to be getting bolder with each step. She starts talking about various scientific theories and facts, trying to impress you with her knowledge.

As you enter her dorm building, you start noticing other girls around you becoming increasingly interested in you. Lights and smell invade your mind, strong and fast; pinks, whites, greys, and reds abound around you. You overhear snippets of different whispered conversations:

"Did you see that guy?"

"Do you think that’s her boyfriend‽"

"Did it just get hot in here or is it just me?"

You feel heads tracking you and Kathrine as you make your way through the dorm halls, watching intently. Part of you is elated, knowing that here, right where Kathrine conveniently lives, is a wellspring of womanhood that you are eager to drink from. But also, you can feel the exhaustion of last night’s excitement weight down on your shoulders, your eyes tired.

As you approach her dorm room, Kathrine bites her lip and asks, "So, do you want to come in for a bit? I've got some really interesting textbooks you might like."

You decline, mind elsewhere, ready to head back to your dorm, have a shower, eat, and do laundry. "Nah, I should probably head back to my room and get some stuff done. But thanks for the offer!"

Kathrine looks disappointed but tries to hide it. "Oh, okay. No problem. I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow."

As you turn to leave, you notice at least two, maybe even three heads quickly disappear around a corner. You are certainly being watched, you think to yourself.

OOC: As always feel free to drop questions, comments, or suggestions for the next chapter as a comment!