Back Rubs

The next day Angie looked miserable.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

We were sitting on the couch after finishing a couple of tuna melts that I made us.

“Yeah, why?”

“Did we keep you up last night?”

“Well, yeah, but I’m used to it.”

“Then why do you look miserable?”

“Gee, thanks Danny. A girl loves it when you tell her she looks like shit.”

“I didn’t say tired.”

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry, I’m just used to giving you shit.”

“So what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“Alright. It’s my back.”

“From the futon?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” She leaned forward to stretch. It pushed her cleavage out and gave me an eyeful. I looked away.

“You don’t have to look away,” she told me. “I really don’t care. I know you’re loyal to my sister.”

“Thanks.”

“Speaking of Victoria, how do you like her titties now?” She smirked at me. “Never mind, I heard the result last night.”

“I’m a fan,” I admitted.

“And you’re a fan of mine. And that’s okay. When it’s just the two of us, you can check ‘em out. If you didn’t, I’d feel like I lost it.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled. “Hey, you could sleep in my bed tonight.”

She raised an eyebrow at me.

“I mean, with your sister, of course. We could switch.”

“I am not sleeping on that nasty ass bed of yours. If I took a black light the entire room would glow.”

“That’s probably true,” I admitted.

“I know how you got my sister into cum play. She told me how she loves to swallow, but sometimes you ask her to spit it out onto her tits so you can watch her rub it in.”

I stared at her.

“Ha! I love how I can still shock you.”

“When do you even talk without me around?”

“We don’t need to. We are sisters. Telepathic and shit.”

“Oh, so you can both experience the same shit?”

“I wish. That would mean I got laid about ten thousand percent more than I do now.” She leaned backwards, causing her impressive rack to bounce on her chest. I didn’t look away.

“Thanks for the offer, Danny. But I’m good.”

“Then lie down on the couch.”

It was her time to pause. “Why?”

“I’m going to give you a back rub.”

“Umm… we shouldn’t.”

“Not in a sexual way,” I told her as I got up to grab lotion. “Now strip down to your sports bra.”

“You can tell I’m wearing it, huh?”

“You aren’t nipping out, so yes.”

She giggled. “You know what’s funny?”

“Tell me.”

“You are the best guy friend I’ve had in a long, long time.”

“I’m honored.”

“You remind me that most of the guys I have dated are pieces of shit. I’m actually proud of my sister for finding you.”

I poured lotion on her back as she continued.

“And you let us move in here when we lost our place. You let me move in.”

“And I don’t regret it,” I told her.

“I’m going to figure out a way to repay you,” she told me with a moan. “Oh, fuck you’re good at this.”

“Where does it hurt?”

“Lower. Ohhh yeah!”

I used both hands and my palms to knead the area right where her ass began to curve.

“Don’t be shy. You can touch my ass,” she told me.

I rubbed my palms onto her shorts, causing friction. She sat up to pull her shorts down a couple of inches, showing just a hint of crack as I added more lotion and continued the massage.

“Oh fuck, I owe you big time, Danny. What can I do for you?”

“Call me Dan.”

“I can't do that, Danny. Think of something else.”

“Nothing comes to mind.”

“Come on.”

“Alright, take my bed tonight.”

“Fuck no. You’re on a streak still, aren’t you?”

“Nope. Aunt Flow came into town last week.”

“You don’t play in the mud?”

“She only lost her virginity a couple months ago,” I reminded her. “Let’s give her a minute before she surrenders her starfish.”

“Good point.”

“How about this? You fuck her when she gets home. Then I’ll crash in your bed. But you don’t have to leave. You have a king, right?”

“California king.”

“Perfect. It can fit the three of us. You, me, and Victoria in the middle so that you don’t try any funny stuff.”

“Me? I’m not the horny girl that has been sex depraved.”

“Touché. Not to mention how horny I get having to listen to you both constantly fucking.””

“Oh?”

“I’m saying too much, aren’t I?”

“Maybe.”

“It’s this damn massage. You have me so relaxed that I would probably tell you anything.”

“So do it.”

“Do what?’

“Tell me something you’ve never told anyone.”

She was quiet for a minute as I worked on her shoulder blades.

“Okay. I got something.”

“Tell me.”

“I wish I wasn’t so slutty when I first started being sexually active.”

“Oh.”

“We were sheltered as kids and I didn’t expect to like it so much. I had a bad little streak there where I would be at different guy’s houses, sleeping with three in the same week. They were the same three guys, but still.”

“I can’t say I haven’t been guilty of something similar,” I admitted. “Although I wouldn’t say I regret it either. But I guess that’s because I’m a guy?”

“It’s not just that. I think it scared my sister. I didn’t tell her half of what I got into, but it was still enough that she went the other direction. You were the first guy to give her an orgasm, did you know that?”

“I did.”

“You made her realize that she’d never had one before. But she was still an idiot around you, she didn’t want to date you officially because she thought it would mean she had to give it up.”

“I figured.”

“But now that you brought her out of her shell, she’s a hellcat. She’s like I was, except that she’s doing it with just one guy. I’m just amazed that you can keep up with her.”

“It is a full time job,” I admitted.

“So she doesn’t have that slut label. Even if she’s just as insatiable as I am. I’m proud of her.”

“So am I.”

“I’m clean now, of course.”

“That’s good?”

“Sorry, that sounds weird to say. I don’t mean anything by it, I just didn’t want you to think that I’m a dirty slut. I’m a very clean one.”

“That’s good.”

She moaned as I worked her neck.

“Hey, Angie?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think you’re a slut.”

“What? Yes I am.”

“If you are, then I was. Even right before I met your sister.”

“You’re a guy. The term doesn’t apply.”

“I don’t think you should value yourself any less for the fact that you have a healthy sex drive. How many guys have you slept with, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Twelve.”

“This year?”

“No, total. Asshole.”

“And you are twenty four? So you’ve been sexually active, what, ten years?”

“Eww, no! Try six years.”

“Okay, so two guys per year. That’s nothing.”

“Well, I did have a few long term boyfriends.”

“Sure. But I had a bad streak a year ago. I had a girl break my heart and I went on a bender.”

“Yeah? You’re going to brag to me about it now?”

“I’m not bragging. It’s just the way it is. Just like you shouldn’t be ashamed of your history.”

“Okay, fine. Tell me your number of girls you stuck your dick in last year.”

“Twelve.”

She turned her head to look at me. “Damn. And I kind of figured you for a nerd.”

“Oh, I am. But us nerds have apps for that now.”

That night I insisted to Victoria that we bang one out before her sister joined us, but she was still tired from the night before and complained that her pussy was too sore. I kept my grumbling to myself as I turned off the light.

Soon Victoria began snoring like usual. I envied people that could fall asleep within five minutes.

I stared at the ceiling like usual, waiting for sleep to set in when the ceiling began to glow faintly. I looked over the body of my sleeping girlfriend to see her sister checking her phone.

The phone’s glow showed through her thin nightshirt, outlining the swell of her breasts as she breathed. After a moment she turned as she noticed me and gave me her usual smirk.

I lay back down for a moment, but morbid curiosity found me glancing at the girl again. My phone glowed from my nightstand as I received a Snapchat message. Sure enough, it was from Angie.