Pillow talk for three.

It’s 8:00 PM and the three of you are recovering from the intense love making. You’re in bed with Shelly snuggling against you on one side and Vivian on the other, their chests pressed against yours.

If you’d told yourself a year ago that you’d be in bed with a girl on each arm, you’d have wanted to believe it with all your heart, but of course it would be impossible for a loser like you.

Now though? You’re making out with your sister as your girlfriend watches contently, then switch and kiss Vivian while Shelly giggles.

“I always knew my little brother was a stud. All he needed was some confidence.” Shelly says, running her finger over your chest. “He has you to thank for that, Vivian.”

“Does he?” Vivian asks. “He’s always seemed pretty confident to me.” She says with a smile.

“Hell no.” Both you and Shelly answer at the same time. “I’ve been a nervous mess since the first time I talked to you.” You tell her. “I just pushed through it, but I never expected things to work out.” You smile sheepishly.

“He never did anything in school because he was afraid to fail.” Shelly says. “There were at least four girls that had a huge crush on you in high school, but you never noticed.”

“What, really!?” You ask, shocked. “Why didn’t you tell me!?”

“Because I was selfish, stupid and wanted you for myself, of course! We know how that turned out though.”

“Is it that surprising that girls fall for you?” Vivian asks curiously.

“Well, yeah! It’s not like I’m…”

“Cute?” Shelly says, and gives a look to Vivian.

“Sexy?” She completes.

“Smart?” Shelly says again.

“Reliable?” Vivian.

“Responsible?” Shelly.

“Kind?” Vivian.

“Fucking amazing in bed?” Shelly says with a grin.

“Yeah, you’re all those things.” Vivian confirms with a smile.

“I…” You begin, but can’t find words.

“It’s not like I fell for you just because, you know?” Vivian says.

“Brother, in school and even now in collage, you always get good results. You’re also way better looking than you think, though I wouldn’t complain if your started to work out.” Shelly says, running her fingers over your stomach. Considering you’re actually slim, she’s probably imagining you with a six-pack. “You have a lot going for you.”

You take their words to heart, along with seriously considering a workout schedule.

“I mean…” Vivian clears her throat. “What if I told you… hypothetically, of course, that I know another girl that’s in love with you?”

Your mouth opens to answer, but no words come out. What do you even say to that? Especially when you remember that she thinks her mother is in love with you. You’re not supposed to know that, though.

“Vivian?” Shelly gives Vivian a concerned look.