Home. I'm in no condition to take a romantic stroll.

"Hey, how about we crash at my place? I need a cold shower... Sarah's gonna be there too, so maybe I can finally introduce you to her." you offer, leaning on Esmeralda as you limp your way across the campus.

"I would like that." She pulls you closer," Isn't she like, jealous of us though?"

"Yeah, she'll have to come to terms with it, you're both pieces of my hearth."

"Aww..."

"And I will probably need you to distract her long enough to forget I'm naked in the other room." You quickly add.

She stifles a laugh, "I'll defend your honor, my darling. None shall pass into your, ehr... tight man-cave." She proclaims solemnly, sliding her hand down your back, gently groping your butt. "Except for me, of course."

"I feel safer already." You lie, "Though, after what just happened, I doubt that 'tight' qualifies as a viable word to describe my asshole anymore."

With her getting all touchy down there, you feel a wet spot forming in your backside, "Shit, I'm still leaking..." you hastily move your messenger bag to cover the stain since the grounds are slowly repopulating with a chattering crowd, as the assembly apparently just finished.

You eventually reach your flat, and open the door.

Sarah is slouched on the sofa, working on her laptop, still wearing her PJs.

"Hey! Home already? Did you fee-" she stops the moment Esmeralda crosses the threshold, astonished.

"Hey Sarah... There was this boring assembly, so we decided to ditch it. This is Esmeralda, by the way." you gesture towards her.

"Hey. Liam speaks a lot about you."

Even though she puts up her usual aloof demeanor, you can tell she's at least a little embarassed.

"Yeah... I bet..." She shifts her attention to you;

What follows is a rough translation from Siblingspeech, an ancient language comprised mostly of facial expressions, usually adopted during family functions or any such crowded gatherings:

"What the fuck? Why is she here!?"

"She's a guest. Play nice."

"Why now?"

"Why not?"

You break eye contact with your sister, "Make yourself at home, Esme. You want something to drink?" You ask, limping towards the fridge.

"You got any beer?" She takes a chair from the table and sits on it backwards, leaning her elbows on the backrest.

"Nope. Best I've got is, uhm... pineapple juice. Sorry."

"It's fine, sweetie." She murmurs, taking in her surroundings.

You hand her a glass of the stuff, sitting beside her with a grunt,as Sarah perks up from the couch.

"What happened to you, bro? You look like shit."

"Gee, thanks.Well I... We..." You stammer, exchanging a knowing look with Esme.

Sarah darts her gaze between the two of you, grimacing. "Uhg... gross." She's about to lay back, but instead turns to Esme;

"You... You better treat him right, 'kay?" She does her best to sound and look menacing, although the pink PJs and rainbow socks dectract a little from her performance.

You can feel the tension hanging in the air as Esme ponders her reply with half a smirk on her face.

"I like to play rough and so does he, apparently..." She briefly glances in your direction, "But don't worry. I don't think of him as just a toy. He's my man. My prince." She meets Sarah's gaze with ironclad determination.

"Whatever..." She sighs in defeat.

"Can I leave you girls alone a moment without worrying about replacing the furniture?" You interject, glaring not so subtly at your sister.

"I'm not a child, Liam." She glares back.

You hobble to your room, your head pounding at every step, and gather a fresh change of clothes amid the cluttered mess that is your wardrobe, while calling your boss to let him know you're taking a sick day. He grumbles a bit, but eventually lets you off the hook.

You step back into the living room, hoping the animosity between those two has subsided a bit.

To your surprise, you find them talking to each other, Esme leaning on the couch behind Sarah, who's showing her something on her laptop.

"-See? And that's only a fraction of what I make since it-"

"Yo, Sweetie, why didn't you tell me your sister is a friggin genius?!"

"I-uhm... What?"

"She makes more dough jerking off in her jammies for an hour than I do, busting my ass hauling parcels across half the town... this girl's smart as fuck."

You watch Sarah perking up a little at the colourful comment.

"Yep... She always was the smart one."

I'm glad these two found some common ground after all.

You sigh in relief, heading for the bathroom, were you jump straight into the shower, sliding along the tiled wall until your sore bottom hits the porcelain floor, sending a painful reminder up your spine.

The ice cold water raining from above soothes both your racing heart and your throbbing headache, but also reveals a wide bruised streak running along your lower abdomen, marking where Esmeralda's meatpole carved a path through your guts.

Sheeesh... That looks bad.

Doesn't feel as bad as it looks though...

Should I be worried?

Eh, maybe I'm just getting used to getting punched from the inside out...

You lose track of time, crawling out of the shower only after the cold shivers begin to make your teeth clatter.

Finally feeling somewhat better, you wrap a towel around your hips, belatedly realizing you forgot the clothes in your room.

Shit.

You get out of the bathroom, hoping to avoid the attention of your horny companions by moving as nonchalantly as you can, possibly at the very peripheral of their vision.

The plan fails miserably as soon as you step out of the door though, since you witness the two girls standing in front of each other in the middle of the room, pants down, cocks in hand, comparing them while chatting lively.

Oh Gods, what have I done...

They both turn their attention to you, grinning mischieviously.

"Hey bro, you up for a little game?"

Come on!

I literally JUST cleaned myself.