Jaden's Revelation

An adult stories – Jaden's Revelation by SebastianJoe,SebastianJoe Intro

Hi. My name’s Jaden. Maybe you’ve heard of me, but probably not, especially if you weren’t there that night, or aren’t friends with… Sorry. I’m getting ahead of myself.

Let’s back up a little.

I’ll assume you don’t know who I am. I’ve never been part of the popular crowd, or the jocks or the nerds or the goths or any of those cliques that exist in a typical high school, which is finally almost over. I’m just an average guy. I’m not a trouble maker, but I’ve been in trouble before. Not with the law, just with the parents. I’m not overly outgoing, but I can do crazy if I’m in the mood.

If you saw me, you’d likely say I was… well… average. You may or may not notice that I’m five feet seven inches tall with, you guessed it, an average build, okay, maybe slightly above average muscles, and shoulder-length black hair. I also have green eyes, so I’ve got that going for me.

However, if you hung around long enough, you’d eventually see a young woman show up with similar features to mine. That’s my twin sister Raven. She’s a bit more attractive than I am, someone you’d probably say was above average in looks, although I suppose that would depend on who you are and what you’re into. She’s about five foot two and might be considered petite by some. She’s certainly not a body builder, but she’s not a frail girly-girl either. She’s somewhere in between.

Although, now that I think of it, she must be pretty cute because I see guys checking her out all the time. Even some of the girls look at her with admiration, or maybe jealousy, but she mostly downplays the attention.

Huh. Maybe she’s more attractive than I thought, or maybe it’s because she’s a super nice person and friendly to everyone. She’s always been people-smart, which is probably why she’s more outgoing than I am. Me, I’m more introspective, and I tend to notice things other people miss.

I know Raven’s dated a few guys, but she’s never called any of them boyfriend, at least not that I’ve heard. We’ve always been pretty close, being twins and all, so I think I’d know if she was serious with anyone.

So anyway, we just celebrated our eighteenth birthday a month ago, which was pretty low-key. We all went out to a restaurant with our parents. Notice I mentioned “all”. Here’s why.

Tagging along for our birthday celebration was my sister’s best friend, Shea. Now, don’t get me wrong, Shea is nice enough, and I’ve always liked her, mostly, but things began to become uncomfortable earlier this year. You might be jumping to conclusions at this point, thinking we dated, it didn’t work out and things became awkward. If that was your guess, you’re wrong. Just the opposite actually.

Let me back up a little further.

Raven and Shea have been friends since Shea’s family moved into our neighborhood, back when we were all in, like, second grade. A long time ago. So, the three of us essentially grew up together. Of course, the camaraderie of our youth fell apart during middle school, as tends to happen. Boys become assholes and girls become bitches, despite our collective, overwhelming desire to be liked by everyone.

Needless to say, Shea and I were never quite as carefree with each other by the time we made it to high school. She and my sister somehow made it through those tough years and became even better friends. If I’m honest, I was probably a little jealous during that period of our lives.

Things mellowed out by the time our senior year rolled around. Shea and I were friendly towards one another again, though we didn’t talk very often or for very long. I saw her at our house on a fairly regular basis, so I suppose that helped to smooth things over between us. Then…

Yeah…then.

I started hearing through the grapevine about Shea’s exploits with the opposite sex. Now, I’m not opposed to engaging in exploits. I’ve certainly engaged in a few of my own, but I’m not talking about a few. If the rumors were true, by the time spring break arrived, Shea had been with half the guys in the senior class and was still working on the other half. It sounded to me like a desperate ploy for attention, but maybe she just didn’t care what anyone thought of her. Shea turned eighteen prior to beginning her sexual conquest, so I suppose she was old enough to do whatever she wanted. What bothered me was the fact that my sister insisted on staying friends with her. I just didn’t enjoy the thought of someday hearing the same kind of report about my sister.

Fast forward a little.

So our birthday dinner was a little awkward at first. Every time I glanced at Shea, she smiled at me, even when there wasn’t anything to smile about. She was obviously flirting with me, as she often did whenever she was at our house. She has a really nice smile. Paired with her auburn hair and freckles, she’s like the proverbial “girl next door” no guy can resist. But I resisted, mostly. It was tough, because she’s just so likable. Alright, I admit it. I couldn’t help myself. I smiled back at her once or twice. The evening actually went pretty well.

So I’m finally to the day the event took place, the one you might have heard mentioned along with my name. If you did hear something about it, what you heard was probably blown way out of proportion, so I’ll start at the beginning and tell you what really happened.

Chapter 1

It’s mid-May, around six o’clock on Friday night. My parents are out of town until next weekend celebrating their twentieth anniversary. My sister and Shea are somewhere in the house doing who knows what, while I sit in my room and consider my options: pizza and a movie or nachos and a book.

Just as I’m about to choose, Raven appears at my bedroom door, which I left open for reasons I can’t explain. She’s wearing a pair of short-shorts and a crop top, displaying her belly button proudly. Shea appears next to her, wearing a similar outfit.

“Hey Bro,” she says cheerfully.

“Hey Sis,” I reply. “What’s up?”

“Shea and I are going to a party at someone’s house and we’re wondering if you’d like to join us,” she offers. “Just to warn you, there will most likely be drinking, and possibly a little debauchery.” She smiles wickedly.

As I’m listening to this, I notice Shea watching me over my sister’s shoulder, waiting for my reply. She hasn’t overtly flirted with me recently, but I’ve kept my distance to be safe. Messing with my sister’s best friend, whether intentional or not, might cause friction between me and my sister.

I weigh my options. The book option doesn’t sound nearly as much fun as the party option, plus I can always watch the movie another time. I decide to throw caution to the wind. It’s been awhile since I got out and did something crazy. Maybe this will end up being one of those times I’ll look back on someday with nostalgia.

“Sure,” I answer. “Do you want me to drive? I’ll stay away from the booze, or anything worse.”

“Yeah, that’d be great!” Raven says, smiling. Shea practically looks excited by my answer. I’ll have to watch myself tonight.

“Alright, give me a few minutes to get ready,” I tell them. “I’ll meet you at the car.”

“Cool,” she says, heading for the stairs with Shea in tow.

Raven feeds me directions as I drive to the party, which ends up being twenty minutes away. When we arrive, the driveway is already full of cars and there are several more on the street. I find a place to park, we lock it up, then head for the front door. As we walk, Raven explains this is Breanne’s birthday party, whom she was invited by when they ran into each other at the mall last weekend. Apparently some crisis happened and Raven came to her rescue. She doesn’t go into details so I don’t ask.

I recall Breanne from school but I don’t know anything about her. She’s only lived in town for a couple years and runs in a different circle of friends.

We’re stopped at the door by a hulking dude acting as a kind of bouncer. He checks our IDs to make sure we’re legally responsible for whatever trouble we might get into after passing through the door, then steps aside, chuckling, like he knows our fate and finds it unpleasantly amusing. I’m hoping this doesn’t turn out to be some cult gathering where we end up stabbed to death.

As we enter the main living room, I look around and realize I don’t recognize hardly any of these people. Breanne emerges from a small group and heads towards us. She’s a few inches shorter than me, maybe five foot four, with blonde hair well past her shoulders. She’s wearing denim shorts and a criss cross patterned top covering smaller breasts. She’s cute.

“Raven!” she exclaims excitedly. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

“Hey Breanne,” my sister responds, greeting her with a hug. “Thanks for inviting me.” She gestures toward Shea and I. “You said it was okay if I brought someone with, so this is my best friend Shea and my twin brother Jaden.”

“Pleased to meet you Jaden,” Breanne greets me, smiling. As she undresses me with her eyes, it’s obvious she’s already had a few drinks. She glances at Shea. “Hi Shea,” she says, giving Shea a half smile, then focuses on my sister again.

That exchange seemed odd. I look at Shea, seeing her smile fade a little. Maybe Shea offended her at some point? Maybe there’s more to this story than I’m aware of? Maybe I’m reading into it too much? I gently nudge Shea on the elbow. When she looks at me, I give her a reassuring smile as if to say “Don’t worry about it.” Her smile returns like nothing happened, so I’m thinking maybe it was my imagination. I focus my attention back to what Breanne is saying to my sister.

“Yeah, my parents are out of town so they told me I could have a few people over,” she explains. Looking around, I decide she needs to work on her mathematical estimation principles because their are at least twenty people in this room alone.

Breanne continues, “There are drinks and snacks in the kitchen, so help yourself! We’ll be playing a game later that I’m sure at least one of you will enjoy.” She smiles, her eyes quickly darting to Shea, then to me where they linger. “It’s kind of naughty,” she whispers conspiratorially. Just then, someone else comes through the front door, so she excuses herself to greet them.

“I wonder how naughty the game is,” Raven says. “Are you ready to get naughty Bro?” she asks me playfully.

“I’m always ready for a little fun,” I reply. “How about you Shea?”

“Maybe…,” she says hesitantly. “I’m kind of picky when it comes to who I get naughty with.”

Raven laughs. “Yeah you are!” she says, grinning conspiratorially at Shea.

Shea blushes, unable to keep a smile off her face.

There’s obviously some inside joke I’m not getting.

“Hey, let’s check out the kitchen,” Raven suggests.

The three of us meander through furniture and bodies until we reach the kitchen, which holds another ten or so bodies. Breanne really needs to work on learning the meaning of “a few” but hey, it’s her party. She can do what she wants to, I surmise.

Sure enough, there’s booze, and a few other options. Some guy is playing bartender and asks each of us what our poison is. Raven orders something fruity and Shea just asks for a Coke.

I look at her funny, but she doesn’t notice, so I nudge her and say, “I’m driving sober, so you can get a little tipsy if you want.” I smile innocently.

Grabbing the Coke and thanking the bartender, she replies, “No, I’m good,” then follows my sister out of the kitchen.

“That’s what I’ve heard,” some guy to my left says to his buddy, barely loud enough for me to hear. I glance at him expressionless. He tries to look unobtrusive but fails.

“Just a Coke for me too please,” I tell the pseudo bartender.

“There you go!” he says, handing it to me. “Come back when you’re ready for something stronger!”

“Thanks, will do,” I reply, turning to leave. I wander back out into the living room and search for my sister. She and Shea are on the other side of the room chatting with a few guys who are pretending to be interested in what she’s saying. Despite their efforts to hide it, I see their eyes roaming all over my sister’s body, only occasionally meeting hers.

I can’t blame them too much. My sister certainly is nice to look at. They’re eyeing Shea as well, but with no attempt to hide it. I must admit, Shea is definitely nice to look at too. She seems to like the attention they’re giving her, but they aren’t really talking to her. They are focused mostly on my sister, like she’s a more worthy prize.

But as I watch Raven, her body language tells me she’s merely toying with them. The neanderthals can’t read her that well, but I know her inside and out. She’s playing them and will probably have them begging before the night is through. I’m not too worried about her. She can hold her own if need be. Shea though, she isn’t as solid as Raven. She’s a little more petite despite being a couple inches taller. She has a larger chest too. Not a Barbie Doll chest, but certainly enough for a handful. She wears her deep auburn hair down, past her shoulders, and her bright blue eyes practically light up the room. I decide my sister’s best friend is pretty.

My musings are interrupted by some guy making an announcement. “Alright everyone, listen up,” he states. “Breanne told me she wanted to play a game she’d probably regret playing when she wakes up tomorrow,” he pauses as Breanne giggles, “so now it’s time to reveal what that game is.” He looks around at everyone for emphasis. “I’m warning you, it’s not for the shy. If you feel you need a little more courage before we begin, I suggest you finish your drink now, then go get another one that’s stronger!” He laughs at his dramatic delivery. A bunch of people scattered throughout the room swallow the remainder of what their drinking in support of this noble suggestion.

The showman continues. “I am going to hand everyone who wants to play, a pen and a small piece of paper for you to write your name on,” he explains. “Those who are chicken enough to decline will be welcome to stay in the kitchen where the bottles of courage reside. Perhaps in short time you too will be brave enough to join the fun.” He looks around meaningfully. “Now, here are the rules. The names of all the guys will go into one bowl and the names of all the girls will go into another bowl. One name from each bowl will be randomly selected and the two whose names are drawn will spend no more than three minutes together, in a room, in the dark, where the two of you will decide if nothing happens, or… maybe something happens you’ll both probably regret in the morning!” He laughs again. Several people whoop and holler, but no one seems scared off yet. “Now,” he continues, “Here’s the catch. The guys will be in one room to start and the girls in another, so the two who are chosen won’t know who they are going to be in the room with!”

I look over at my sister to see her reaction to this “game”, and am surprised to see her smirking, a calculating look on her face as she checks out the guys in the room. Shea, on the other hand, looks somewhat apprehensive about this plan. She looks over at me. Our eyes meet for a few seconds, then I turn to scan the room, checking out the ladies. They all look good enough to make out with, although that won’t much matter in the dark. I decide I’m up for this and probably won’t regret it tomorrow. I’m not too concerned about ending up in the room with either Shea or my sister since the odds are overwhelmingly against it.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road!” Breanne yells over the crowd.

“One more thing!” the showman adds as he walks around the room handing out the pens and paper. “Gentlemen, you must act like gentlemen,” he warns. “If a young lady doesn’t want to partake in whatever you’re suggesting, you will respect her wishes. The slightest impropriety will be dealt with, harshly.” He scans the crowd, focussing on the aforementioned gentlemen collectively.

“Now, drop your names in the bowl as you leave this room. The gents will gather in the entertainment room, which is behind the kitchen, and the ladies will follow Breanne to the rear porch area. The room where the secret liaisons will take place is the master bedroom, which is easily accessible from both areas. That’s right, you heard me. This is to be a secret liaison. Turning on the lights is strictly forbidden and talking is discouraged while in the room together. Let’s keep it mysterious! Oh… and have fun!”

Chapter 2

The guys file out past the showman and drop their pieces of paper in the bowl as they pass. The ladies follow Breanne as she leaves in the other direction. I watch the group of ladies as I go. Sure enough, both Raven and Shea drop their names in and follow the herd.

After a few minutes, the first name is pulled from the bowl and called. One of the guys stands up and heads for the door. Several of the others whoop and holler lewd comments meant to encourage him, but he looks nervous. The rest of us sit back and wait until the next name is called about five minutes later. Another guy gets up and heads for the room, but the first guy still hasn’t returned by the time the third name is called. I ask the showman about it. He explains, “There is another room where the guys who have already gone will wait until the next round. That way no one will be able to share who they think they were with until everyone’s had a turn. Then we’ll start over again.”

I’m impressed at how well this was thought out.

My name is called somewhere in the middle of the pack. I make my way to the bedroom, take a deep breath, then open the door. I step through and close it behind me. There is barely enough light to make out the bed a few feet away, so I fumble my way there. Just as I do, the other door opens to admit one of the ladies. The hallway outside is dark as well, just like the one I came through, so neither of us can see who we’re in the room with. She closes the door and makes her way over to me.

Her hands reach out to find my arms, then slide up to my face. She pulls my head down to hers and kisses me with lots of tongue. This is all very exciting. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect but apparently whoever she is, she’s more than ready for some action. As I kiss her back, I reach around to squeeze her ass. She moans into my mouth and grabs my ass in return. I mentally note her height to be a few inches shorter than me. She’s wearing denim shorts with snaps on the rear pockets and tastes like booze.

As my hands move up her back, they encounter long, straight hair somewhere near the middle. Continuing on, my hand reaches the back of her neck. I hold her head steady and hold the kiss, exploring her mouth with my tongue. Leaving her breathless, I kiss my way to her ear, then down her neck. Her hand moves between us and begins to rub my crotch. I move my hand to her breast, massaging it through her shirt. I notice the material feels like a weaved pattern. I’m now pretty sure I know who’s in the room with me: Breanne.

As she continues to rub my growing erection, I move my hand under her shirt and push her bra out of the way. Her breast feels wonderful and firm. I tweak her nipple. She moans into my mouth and decides she wants more, so she quickly undoes the button on my shorts and pushes them, along with my underwear, down and out of the way. Then she does the same with hers. She sits down on the bed then reaches out to grab my stiffening soldier, rubbing it against her wet snatch to lube it up. I reach down and grab her knees, lifting and pushing her down onto her back as she guides my now, rock-hard cock inside her. As soon as I feel the head enter, squeezed by her tightness, I grab her thighs and thrust slowly into her. She gasps and cries out, “Mmmm!”

I pull back then push it in again. Her moans increase as I pump in and out of her. As my pace quickens, her breathing increases to match my pace, with a “Mmmmmmm!” every thrust for emphasis.

I’m so focused on the fact I’m fucking a complete stranger in the dark, the knock on the door letting us know our time is up startles me. She doesn’t want me to stop, but I don’t really want someone walking in on us either, so I pull out and back up.

“Fuck!” she says, frustrated and breathing heavy. Yep, that’s Breanne’s voice.

We quickly put our clothes back on, then leave the room through our respective doors.

Just down the hall, another guy leads me to the second waiting room where I discover those who have already had their three minutes of anonymity. Without exception, they all look like they could use a cold shower. Some of them are sharing their brief exploits with one another, each one as unlikely as the last. Only so much can happen in three minutes and I’m pretty sure less than half their claims are plausible. I keep my own story to myself.

A few minutes later, the next guy shows up. He looks embarrassed, and the reason is clear as he keeps pulling his t-shirt down to cover the front of his pants. After a few words with the guy in charge, he leaves through a different door. Too much excitement for that one. His night is over. I almost feel bad for him.

A couple more guys show up, and I overhear one talking about the fun he had, or tried to have anyway. He’s complaining to another guy how “that bitch” wouldn’t let him put his hand up her shirt or down her pants. I chuckle to myself, thinking that must have been my sister he was talking about.

After what I’m estimating to be the last guy showing up, I expect we’ll be told it’s starting over soon, so I’m mildly surprised when I hear the guy in charge call my name. I walk over to see what’s up. He tells me there was one more lady than gentleman and I’m the lucky winner to go back in a second time, unless I don’t want to.

I assure him I am definitely willing and make a bee line for the room. As I close the door behind me, I find myself accosted by the final young lady to get her turn. Apparently she was more than ready because she finds my face and kisses me hard, pushing me backwards against the door. All I’m able to determine is that she’s a few inches shorter than me because she’s moving fast. Her hands find the button on my pants and she quickly opens them. She then slides one hand beneath my waistband to grab my cock, while the other grabs one of my hands and guides it to her bare breast. She must have removed her shirt before I got there!

Not one to argue, I massage her breast and lean down to suck her nipple. She moans as I suckle, but this doesn’t last more than a few seconds. She pulls my shorts and underwear down, out of the way so she can stroke my growing erection. Her breast fits nicely in my hand and her nipple is big. Very suckable! Sadly, her nipple leaves my mouth as she kneels down in front of me, her mouth enveloping my cock.

She sucks and strokes me hard until my erection reaches its full thickness and its full length. It doesn’t take long.

Holy shit! First Breanne fucks me, and now some other girl I’ve never met is blowing me! Somehow, I gather enough of my wits to see if I can identify this mystery girl. As she continues to devour my cock, I run my fingers through her hair and tickle her ears, where I discover she’s wearing earrings. They are studs with a little charm dangling from them. I gently take one of the charms between my fingers, feeling it carefully. Meanwhile, the mystery girl moves down to lick my balls, then licks from the bottom of my shaft to the tip, ending with trying to swallow as much of my cock as she can.

I struggle to focus. I almost have it figured out… dolphins? Nope. Fish? Nope.

Ravens.

Holy shit! These are the earrings I gave my sister as a gift when we both turned seventeen a little over a year ago!

“Holy shit! Holy shit!” my brain screams at me. “My twin sister has my cock in her mouth! And she doesn’t realize it’s me! And…and…” I try to think as she licks my full length from top to bottom again, then swallows at least five inches, “Fuck!… and… she’s doing a really good job!”

Should I tell her? Will she freak out? She’s obviously enjoying herself. I could just not say anything and she’ll never know. That’s the only plan I can come up with.

I decide to keep my mouth shut and ride this out for another minute, but it turns out she has a different idea of riding it out. She grabs my shirt, pulls me down to the floor, and pushes me onto my back. Then she crawls on top of me, straddling my waist. Reaching out, my hands find her hips, which is how I discover that not only has she removed her shirt, but her shorts too. She’s completely naked!

Super horny and about to fuck my sister, I realize I need to make it through this somehow. I decide to just roll with it and enjoy it as best I can. I’ll just pretend it’s someone else.

She grabs my thick seven-incher and guides it to her dripping wet snatch, then lowers herself onto me. She is so wet, it slides in easily, but she is also so gloriously tight!

“Mmmmmm!” she moans quietly as my cock fills her up. She grabs my wrists and moves them up to massage her breasts. Then she begins riding me, with abandon, like she’s trying to win a race. I squeeze her peaches and twirl her nipples between my fingers, enjoying the feel of her perfect, firm breasts and her tight pussy. After all, a stiff dick has no conscience.

“Oooh!” she coos quietly, almost whimpering, as her tightness milks my cock. She begins riding faster, her breathing turns to panting, then finally reaches her orgasm.

“Mmmmmm!…Mmmmmm!” she cries out. I move my hand down to rub her clit with my thumb, sending her to the next level of dopamine release. “Oooh!…Oooh…Oooooooh!” she whimpers, her back arching. “Mmmmmm!… Mmmmmm…”

Like a rag doll, she collapses on my chest. I hold her for maybe ten seconds before she sits up, kisses me briefly, then climbs off. Once again, she takes my cock into her mouth, sucking and stroking me vigorously.

I hear the knock on the door, not as startled this time. Thankfully, she doesn’t stop. Fifteen seconds later, I shoot my load into her throat. She tries to swallow all my jizz, but I can feel some leak out and run down my shaft. She strokes me a few more times, sucking hard in an effort to empty my nuts, then gets up to put her clothes on. I do likewise, buttoning my shorts just as she closes the door behind her.

“Holy shit! Holy shit!” I think to myself as I leave the room to head back to the waiting area. Thankfully, the very next doorway reveals a half bath, so I decide to stop and clean up. I find it odd that I didn’t notice it previously. The door must have been closed before.

I spend a couple minutes wiping the stuff off my privates and try to dry my underwear as best I can with toilet paper. It’s as good as I’m going to get it, so I open the door to leave. That’s when I hear a female voice coming from the bedroom I recently vacated, and it kind of sounds like she’s in distress. I walk to the door and listen closer.

“Come on you little bitch. You know you want it.” A dude’s voice. One of the braggers you heard earlier.

“Stop it Kyle! I told you I didn’t want you to touch me!” Shea’s voice.

“Oh come on. You refused to put out before and you’re still refusing. What are you, a fucking lesbian?” Kyle accuses her.

“I just don’t want to,” Shea pleads with him. “Now let me go!”

“If you don’t let me at least feel your tits, I’ll tell everyone you’re pregnant,” Kyle threatens her.

“Why are you being such an ass to me?” Shea cries. “You spread lies to everyone about me sleeping around and now this? All because I didn’t want to go out with you?” She’s crying hard now.

“I tell you what,” he says. “I’ll admit to everyone I was just kidding about that if you give me a blow job.”

“No! Now let me go!” Shea pleads.

“You selfish fucking bitch!” he says.

I’ve heard enough. I open the door and turn on the lights. Shea is struggling to free herself while simultaneously trying to prevent Kyle’s hand from unbuttoning her shorts. As I stalk towards them, he squints up at me and says, “What the fuck are you doing in here? It’s not your t…”

He is unable to finish his sentence because my fist just split his lip and probably broke his nose. He lets go of Shea, and gingerly holds his hands over his bloody face. Shea darts to the other side of the room and watches, hugging herself tightly. I grab Kyle by the shirt and stare murder into his eyes.

“You son of a bitch!” he cries, tears running down his face. “I’m bleeding!”

“You will apologize to Shea right now or I’ll break a few ribs next,” I tell him calmly.

“You can’t…” he begins, but doesn’t finish because I shove his hands against his bleeding nose. He cries out in pain and whimpers, “Okay, okay!” He’s practically balling now.

“Apologize,” I instruct him.

“I’m sorry!” he wails.

“Not to me, you fucking moron,” I correct him. “Apologize to Shea for spreading lies about her, for treating her like shit, and for calling her a bitch.”

“I’m sorry Shea! It won’t happen again!” he cries.

“Better than that,” I tell him. “You’re going to make it known that all the bullshit you’ve spread about her was merely a stupid attempt at humor on your part, so everyone knows Shea isn’t the slut you’ve made her out to be for your own pathetic ego trip.”

“You’ll never get away with this,” he threatens through the tears.

“Oh, but I will,” I inform him. “Because if you tell anyone anything different, or if you tell anyone about this conversation, I will make sure you end up in prison for attempted rape. It’s Shea’s word and my word against yours. And if I don’t hear your confession through the grapevine by the end of the school day on Monday, I’m going to make an anonymous call to your parents and give them a heads up about your criminal activity.”

Kyle looks positively terrified.

“Then I’ll call the police. Do I make myself clear?” I ask him.

Kyle nods vigorously.

“Good,” I tell him. “Now go home you piece of shit excuse for a human being. This is Breanne’s party and I’m sure she doesn’t want it ruined because you bled all over the carpet in her parent’s bedroom.”

I hoist him to his feet and shove him toward the door. He stumbles but manages to keep his feet under him enough to start running. I turn towards Shea, who runs into my arms, sobbing. I hold her gently and stroke her hair. It’s really soft.

A minute later, the guy in charge walks into the room and sums up the two of us, a questioning look on his face.

“There was a little misunderstanding,” I explain. “I took care of it.”

“I see,” he says sagely. “Well, that guy Kyle left in a hurry so I thought I’d check on things.”

“It’s all over,” I assure him. “Let the party continue as planned.”

“Alright, as soon as you vacate the room, I’ll do just that,” he says. “Do you need a few more minutes?” he asks.

I gently take Shea’s head in my hands and look her in the eyes. “Are you okay?” I ask quietly.

“Yeah,” she says, putting on a brave smile. “We can go.”

I ask the guy in charge, “Can you point the way to an exit where there aren’t a lot of people?”

“That way,” he says pointing towards the original room where the ladies were waiting for their turn. “Nobody in there right now. The door on the far side leads to the deck, which will bring you to the back yard.”

“Thanks,” I tell him. “And please remove mine and Shea’s names from the bowls.”

“Will do,” he assures me.

Leading Shea by the hand, I escort her to the back yard, then up to the street where the car is parked.

“How are you doing?” I ask her, handing her a few tissues from the box I keep in my car.

“I think I’m doing better than I have been for months,” she replies. She tries to smile, but clearly she’s still shaken by the whole ordeal.

“Months,” I think to myself, unbelieving. That’s when the rumors began. All this time I’ve been harboring silent contempt for Shea because of a lie. I feel like I’ve been poisoned.

“Shea…,” I begin.

“Yes Jaden?” she says, drying her eyes.

“I also owe you an apology,” I confess.

“You?” she asks, confused. “For what? You just saved me from that horrible monster. You don’t owe me anything. If anybody owes anybody, it’s me who owes you.” By the time she finishes speaking, she’s all choked up and tears are running down her cheeks again.

“I’m so very sorry Shea,” I tell her, emotions cracking my own voice. “I do owe you an apology. I heard those rumors, those lies, and I’ve been avoiding you because of them. I’m ashamed of myself and I hope you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me.” I barely manage to get the words out through my tears. Embarrassed, I look away.

Shea doesn’t move or speak for what seems like an eternity, but is probably less than ten seconds. She places her hands on my cheeks and gently turns my face towards hers. She looks me in the eyes, and with a voice filled with compassion, states, “I forgive you Jaden… and I thank you for standing up for me.” She smiles and cries at the same time. “When faced with the truth, you fought for me, and I don’t think you did it just because your sister is my best friend.” She wraps her arms around my neck and hugs me so hard it hurts, or maybe that’s just my heart.

Hugging her back gratefully, I whisper, “I did it for you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see my sister approaching. She looks somewhat concerned, but mostly confused.

“What did I miss?” she asks hesitantly.

Shea releases me, then hugs Raven, who tentatively hugs her back. “You missed the part where your brother played my knight in shining armor,” Shea explains through more tears. “You would’ve been really proud of him.”

“Should I hear the details?” Raven inquires.

“Not yet,” Shea answers. “Later. Jaden, will you please drive us somewhere else? I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“Absolutely,” I say, opening the car door for her. She climbs into the back seat, followed by my sister. This is when I notice Raven isn’t wearing any earrings.

I stop her to ask, “Weren’t you wearing earrings earlier tonight? The ones I gave you for our birthday?”

“She looks at me funny and says, “No, but now that you mention it, I did see another girl at the party who was wearing a similar pair.” She notices my reaction and asks, “Why?”

“Oh, nothing,” I say casually. “Nothing important.”

Chapter 3

I drive across town, anywhere and everywhere, just to drive. The girls chat in the back seat, mostly about the incident and how I handled it. Occasionally I glance in the rearview mirror to see my sister’s reactions. She catches my eye a few times and smiles at me, looking truly impressed. When Shea finishes her tale, she is teary-eyed again. Raven hugs her and states proudly, “And that’s a perfect example of why I love my brother so much.”

Barely, I hear Shea whisper, “Me too.”

I’m pretty sure I wasn’t meant to hear that, so I keep my eyes on the road and pretend I didn’t. “Anyone up for some ice cream?” I ask. “My treat.”

“Absolutely!” Shea answers, laughing through her tears.

“I’m in!” Raven agrees enthusiastically.

“Let’s do it!” I say, turning down the next street. A few minutes later, I pull in the parking lot of my favorite malt shop and bring the car to a stop in a space near the door. Ten minutes later, the three of us are sitting in a booth enjoying our treats and each other’s company. I sit on one side; the girls sit on the other.

“So… Jaden,” my sister begins. “Other than rescuing Shea, how’d your evening go? Did you enjoy your time in the dark with a young lady?” she asks teasingly.

“I’ll never tell,” I answer coyly.

“Oh, come on!” she presses. “You must be able to share something.”

I just look at her calmly.

“Did you at least figure out who was in there with you?” she asks, trying a different approach. “I know that’s something you’d think about.” She smiles at me.

My own smile gives me away.

“Hah! I knew it!” she exclaims. Shea laughs.

“You know me too well for my own good,” I accuse her.

“Spill your guts!” Raven demands, laughing at my weakness.

“Well, to be honest, I was in there twice,” I admit.

“What?” both Raven and Shea say at the same time.

“Yeah. There was one more lady than gentleman and they picked my name to go in again so she had someone to pair up with. Weird game mechanics.”

“So, who was the first girl?” Shea asks.

“The birthday girl,” I answer.

“Breanne? No way!” Raven exclaims. “Did she get frisky with you?”

I look at my sister and ask in all seriousness, “What if I asked you the same thing? Did the guy you were with get frisky with you?”

Raven looks at me, equally serious. “Jaden,” she says, grasping my hands with hers, “You’re my twin brother. I love you more than anyone else in this world. There’s absolutely nothing I wouldn’t share with you.”

I look at her, trying to determine if she’s messing with me, but she looks sincere. “Awwwwww,” Shea says. “That’s so sweet.”

I hesitate, then say, “Well, I’m not sure it would be fair to Breanne if I shared what happened. You might think less of her.” I pause. “Or me.”

“Jaden, I’m not going to think less of you no matter what happened between you and some girl at the party,” Raven assures me. “Just as I hope you won’t think less of me when you find out what I did with some guy there.” Seeing my eyebrows shoot up, she smiles in satisfaction.

“Besides,” she continues, “it’s just between the three of us. None of us is going to share it with anyone else.”

I look at Shea, then back at my sister. “Are you sure you wanna hear it? All of it?”

“Only if it’s juicy!” Raven answers. “Sure,” Shea chimes in. “Especially if it’s juicy!”

“How graphic do you want me to get?” I jest.

“Whatever you’re comfortable sharing!” Raven says, laughing.

“Okay, so let’s just say that Breanne was, well… willing to do something she’ll probably regret tomorrow morning,” I say.

“Ooooh! Juicy! Tell us more!” my sister prompts.

“Well… it was probably the alcohol, but…” I hesitate.

“Go on!” she urges. “The suspense is killing me!”

I look at Shea. She’s smiling from ear to ear.

“You really want to hear this?” I ask her in disbelief.

“Why not?” she says. “I’m not opposed to having a good time… with the right person anyway.” She blushes. I look at her questioningly. “No really! Keep going. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” she says, smiling encouragingly.

“Come on! Spill the beans!” my sister says impatiently.

“Okay, fine,” I tell them. “I fucked her brains out.” I can feel my face turning red.

Raven claps her hand over her mouth, then says, “What?!? Are you serious?” She covers her mouth again, stifling a potential giggling fit.

“I’m totally serious,” I reply, relaxing a little. “She started by kissing me hard, with absolutely no warning, so I responded by squeezing her ass. She countered by rubbing my crotch and pulling my pants down.”

They both look at me amused, but intrigued, like I’m narrating some reality TV show. Apparently this is the kind of juicy stuff they wanted to hear. My sister stifles her urge to smile at my discomfort in relaying this tale and says calmly, “Then what?”

“I folded her in half on her parents’ bed and gave her what she was after.” I pause, then add, “Except we didn’t get to finish because we ran out of time.”

“Oh no!” Raven says. “Jaden, you poor thing.”

“Oh well,” I say. “It was still fun.”

“I’ll bet it was,” Shea teases me. This all seems a little weird. Telling my sister is weird, but telling her friend, whom I really don’t know very well?

“Okay, so how about you sis? Tell me about your adventure,” I demand, not entirely sure I really want to hear it, but fair is fair.

“Well…,” Raven begins, “to be honest, the poor guy was doing great at first, but he never made it to the part of dropping his drawers. He blew his load in his shorts during foreplay.”

“Oh no!” Shea sympathizes. “That poor guy. He must have been so embarrassed.”

“I saw that guy just after he came out of the room,” I say. “It was obvious to me what happened, but I don’t think anyone else picked up on it. I did kind of feel bad for him.”

“I tried to reassure him by telling him not to worry about it, those things happen, and I promised him I wouldn’t spread it around,” my sister shares. “But he did leave me all hot and bothered, so I sympathize with you bro.”

“Hey wait,” Shea says. “Jaden, you said you went in twice. What happened the second time?”

“Yeah,” Raven adds. “Did you figure out who she was?”

“Well, that girl was even more ready for action than Breanne was,” I explain. “Literally.”

“Whadd’ya mean?” Raven asks.

“She got completely naked before I entered the room in order to save time,” I tell them.

“No way!” Shea exclaims. “For real?!”

“That’s actually pretty clever,” my sister says, impressed. “Did it save enough time for her to achieve her goal?” She looks at me expectantly.

“It did,” I answer.

“What about you?” she asks. “Did she leave you high and dry as well?”

“Nope, I took care of her then she took care of me,” I explain.

“What a gentleman!” Shea says, sounding proud of me.

Raven looks at me with a smirk on her face. “So, you had sex with two different girls and you got your rocks off. How’s that for lucky?” she says. “I’m jealous.”

“Me too,” Shea says quietly. “The first guy I was with didn’t even try to kiss me. He just petted me a lot, like I was a dog. He wasn’t brave enough to go any further I guess. The second guy, well…. you know how that turned out…”

Kyle treated her like shit, and the other guy essentially rejected her because he wasn’t brave enough. Raven looks at Shea with compassion as she reaches out, covering Shea’s hand with her own. My heart stirs in my chest, swelling and pushing me like the hand of fate. Am I brave enough?

I slide out of the booth and announce as I stand up, “I had fun in that room tonight, but there’s one more thing I need to do, and I’m positive I’ll regret not doing it.” I offer my hand to Shea.

“Oh, are we going somewhere?” Shea asks, sliding out of the booth and accepting my hand to stand up. My sister begins to slide over, then stops as she sees my face and realizes what’s about to happen.

Instead of answering Shea, I reach out and gently caress her cheek with my fingers, then place my other hand behind her neck.

“What…” she begins to say, her words fading as her eyes meet mine. I give her an timid smile. She looks at me, a mix of emotions on her face, but the most obvious one is anticipation.

I slowly lean down and place my lips an inch away from hers, hesitating. With both hands, she reaches up to pull me the rest of the way. Our kiss begins as a gentle one, then becomes more passionate. Her mouth opens as she kisses me hungrily. I pull her body close to mine. She wraps her arms around my neck. Our tongues dance joyfully together to the tune in our hearts.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” I hear my sister exclaim from what seems like far away. After a minute or more, our lips finally part. When I open my eyes, I notice Shea’s are still closed. When they do, she looks at me and begins crying.

“I… I didn’t mean to make you cry,” I apologize, speaking softly.

“Those are tears of joy, dummy,” my sister admonishes me, smiling. “Those are the ones you want to see.” Her face turns more serious. “Shea has been waiting ten years for this moment, and I think it was close to everything she hoped it would be,” Raven explains, looking proud.

“I just want you to know I didn’t kiss you because I felt sorry for you,” I hurriedly explain. “I did it because I… couldn’t help myself. I’ve always liked you. I know I haven’t paid you much attention over the last several years, but I was hoping you’d give me a chance to get to know you better.”

“Really?” Shea asks, crying more.

“I think he is trying to ask if you want to be his girlfriend,” Raven clarifies. “He’s nervous and unsure of himself. You’ll need to make your intentions clear with him. He’ll never push you into anything.”

“Is that true?” Shea asks me.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” I admit, emotion in my voice. “Raven knows me better than I know myself, but yes, that’s what my heart is telling me.”

Shea nods emphatically and cries, unable to speak. She hugs me, clinging to me tightly for a few seconds, then whispers, “Yes.” I hold her close, feeling like all is right in the universe. Slowly, she pulls back, then kisses me again as if to make sure this is all really happening.

“Oh, and if you’re concerned about how I feel about this,” Raven declares, “I couldn’t be happier.” She begins crying as she stands up and hugs the two of us together. Shea and I open one side of our hug to let her in for a three-way hug. “I love you both and I think you’ll be good for each other.”

We stand like that for a minute or two, then one of the workers stops over to let us know they will be closing soon.

I check the time and notice it’s almost eleven o’clock. “Should we head back to our house?” I ask.

“Yeah, let’s,” my sister answers. “And I’ll drive so you two can cuddle in the backseat if you want.” She gives us both a flirtatious look.

I offer no objections and hand Raven the keys. As I walk to the car with Shea holding my hand, I marvel at the whirlwind of events this evening, and it’s not even over yet.

Chapter 4

Climbing into the back seat, Shea practically sits on my lap. Raven fires up the engine and pulls onto the road. Shea and I kiss a lot, not exactly making out, but close.

Occasionally, I catch Raven watching the two of us in the rearview mirror, smiling. After ten minutes of being unable to stop watching us, she suggests a different plan. “Hey lovebirds, I’ve got an idea. How about we go to the lake for a late night swim? You two are making me sweat and I need to cool off!”

Shea and I stop kissing long enough to laugh and agree to her plan. Raven changes directions and before long she announces our arrival.

“Are we going to swim without our suits?” Shea asks.

“It’s pretty dark out here,” my sister answers. “We can swim naked if we want. No one will see us.” She emphasizes her point by turning the car off, plunging us all into darkness. “See?” She laughs. “Besides, it’s not like the three of us are strangers.”

Neither Shea nor I object, so we walk down to the shore in the dim light. Thanks to an overcast sky, we’re barely able to see where we’re going, meandering slowly until we reach the lake’s edge. As far as I can tell, the place is completely deserted. I don’t hear anyone else around and there weren’t any other cars up by the road, so we all begin to strip down, carefully setting our things on the sand.

“It’s so warm and beautiful out here!” Raven declares. “This is just what I needed. Are you two ready yet? I can hardly see you.”

“Yep,” I say dropping my underwear on the pile.

“I’m ready,” Shea says. “Let’s hold hands so we don’t get separated.”

Shea finds Raven’s hand with one of hers and mine with the other, then we walk across the wet sand and into the water. It’s really warm. Not quite bath water, but warm enough where we won’t be shivering. I wade out until just my head and shoulders are above the water.

Raven swims around a bit, always within a few feet. Shea and I stay close to each another, occasionally kissing. The silvery moon finally shows itself between the breaking clouds, allowing us to see each other more clearly. Raven splashes us and says, “Come on you two! Quit playing kissy face and have fun with me!”

“You want to have fun, huh?” I tell her. “Okay.” I quick lash out and grab her wrist before she can react. I pull her in then reach under her arms and lift her up, launching her almost completely out of the water. She cries out in surprise before hitting the water with a splash. When she comes up, she says, laughing, “Whoo hoo! I knew you had it in you!”

“Throw me!” Shea says, swimming close.

“Let’s move into shallower water first,” I say. We wade closer to shore until the water is just deep enough to cover their chests. As Shea draws near, I instruct her, “Okay, lift your foot and place it in my hands, then put your hands on my shoulders for balance.”

She eventually gets her foot where it needs to be and grabs my shouders. I kiss her quick, then say, “Okay, I’m going to launch you over my head. Use your leg to push off as I throw you. Are you ready?” She nods.

I lift and throw her as hard as I can. She flies clear out of the water, shouts her surprise, and lands about six feet away, creating a big splash. A few seconds later, she emerges and says, “That was so much fun!”

“You were flying girlfriend!” Raven observes excitedly. “Do me next!” she requests, swimming in front of me. I oblige, waiting for her to place her foot in my clasped hands. She does, then places her hands on my shoulders.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Ready!” she says.

I launch her into the air. She lands even further away than Shea did.

“I think I’m getting good at this,” I say proudly.

“My turn,” Shea says, putting herself in position.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me first?” she asks. I happily kiss her.

“Now I’m ready!” she says, smiling.

I lift her with all my strength, vaulting her over my head. She beats the previous record by a foot. It’s now a game to see who can go further.

I launch Raven, then Shea, then its Raven’s turn again.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Ready!” she says. Except… the timing was off, and instead of going upwards, my sister falls into my arms, more or less. I instinctively catch her with my hands, which end up grasping her butt cheeks, and her breasts land against my face. Losing my balance, I fall backwards with her on top of me, submerged. Both of us come up sputtering water.

“Well, that could have gone better,” I say laughing, as soon as I’m able to talk again.

“Are you two okay?” Shea asks, mildly concerned but laughing.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I tell her. “Are you okay sis?”

“Yeah,” she says. “You go ahead Shea.”

“Are you ready for me?” she asks.

“Almost,” I answer. I prepare myself, then say, “Okay, mount me!”

“Ooooh!” she says, placing her foot in my hands. “That sounds naughty!”

“I can get naughty if you want,” I tell her quietly. “But only if you really want to. I’m happy just being with you.” I give her a quick peck on the lips. She smiles back mischievously.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Ready.” she says, but instead of placing her hands on my shoulders and waiting for me to lift her, she pulls me close and kisses me again. When she wraps her arms around my neck, I let go of her foot and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her against me. In response, she lifts both legs and wraps them around my waist. I can feel her erect nipples poking me in the chest.

My loins begin to stir, and I begin to grow hard. Soon, my erection comes in contact with her nether regions. She breaks off the kiss and smiles wickedly. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Probably,” I answer, smiling. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

“No need to apologize,” she tells me. “Hold me up.”

After I place my hands under her thighs, she reaches down between us and guides my erection to her opening. “Ready,” she says. I allow her body to float freely downwards. Her tightness slowly slides over my cock until all seven inches are buried to the hilt.

“Mmmmmm,” she coos quietly, then kisses me hard. I slowly lift her up, then let her fall again. She feels so amazing.

“Hey you two!” my sister interrupts. “Are you playing kissy face again? I’m starting to feel left out!” She laughs.

Shea finally breaks off the kiss and turns to Raven, saying, “Well, come here then.”

When Raven swims close enough, Shea places her hand behind Raven’s head and pulls her in for a kiss.

“There!” she says, laughing. “Now you’re included!”

“What?!” my sister exclaims. “That’s all I get?” Laughing, she adds, “What are you two doing anyway? Probably more than kissing!”

Shea smiles a huge smile and says mysteriously, “Maaaybe.”

I lift Shea up slowly, then let her drift down, my cock delving her once again. Shea gasps quietly, giving us away.

“I knew you were up to something!” Raven accuses. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised though.”

I lift Shea again, then let her drift down. Shea presses her lips together and lets out another whimper.

Raven smiles and teases her, saying, “Are you enjoying yourself Shea? Is my brother any good?”

“What?!” I ask incredulously. “You know I can hear you, right?”

“Hey, this is critical information I need to know,” she explains. “I have to make sure you’re going to be able to fulfill all her desires, that’s all,” my sister adds nonchalantly.

“Oh… Raven,” Shea says breathlessly, her tightness sliding over my cock again. “You can’t even imagine.”

I lift Shea up again, then let her float down. “Mmmmmm… Fuck,” she whimpers, ecstasy lighting up her face. “Jaden is having no trouble in that department.”

Raven has no comeback for that. Shea pulls Raven in for a longer kiss this time. As I watch this unexpected display of affection, I lift Shea up and let her fall, each time causing her to moan into my sister’s mouth. Now I can feel Raven’s stiff nipples rubbing against my arm each time I lift Shea, then again as I lower them to catch her.

“Yeah, I can only imagine,” Raven says resignedly once Shea lets her breathe again, “and that sucks!” She laughs. “I wanted to go swimming to cool off but you two managed to get me hot and bothered… again!”

Shea responds by kissing Raven, again.

“That didn’t help,” Raven accuses her.

“How about this?” Shea asks, reaching out to lightly caress the side of Raven’s breast.

“Nope,” my sister replies breathlessly.

“Oh, should I stop?” Shea asks, dragging her fingertips lightly across Raven’s erect nipple.

Nope,” my sister replies, panting.

This apparently isn’t a new thing with them, so I ask, “Wait… have you two… you know…?”

Shea looks me in the eyes and says mysteriously, “Maaaybe.” Kissing me briefly, she asks curiously, “Does that bother you?”

After thinking about it a few seconds, I reply, “No… I just… never considered it before. But I love my sister more than anything, so… I’m willing to share anything with her. Even you, I guess. I don’t own you.”

Shea looks at me adoringly. “You’re so sweet!” She rewards me with a kiss.

In response, I lift her up again, then hold her there. She looks at me pleadingly, so I slowly let her slide down my cock again. Then I ease her backwards, taking her nipple in my mouth, sucking and nibbling gently.

“Mmmmmm!” she cries out. As I straighten up, Raven ducks under Shea’s arm and takes over where I left off, cupping Shea’s breast and sucking the nipple.

“Mmmmmm!” Shea cries out again. I lift her up, but instead of letting her fall slowly, this time I force her down.

“Oh fuck!” she gasps.

“He’s that good huh?” Raven teases, looking up at Shea, her tongue flicking Shea’s nipple as she waits for an answer.

“Better than I ever imagined,” Shea replies, pulling Raven’s mouth onto her nipple again.

After a few minutes of Raven and I tag-teaming her, Shea suggests, almost panting, “How about we go up to the beach?”

I look at her questioningly.

“Trust me,” she says, pulling me close and kissing me. She slides off my erection, then leads my sister and I by the hand towards the shore. Before we exit the water, the clouds return, bringing relative darkness again.

As we reach the flat, wet sand, Shea lays down on her back, then instructs Raven to straddle her face. Raven does, facing away from me. As Shea gives my sister a tongue lashing, I kneel down between Shea’s legs and ease my soldier inside her.

Soon, I begin to hear my sister’s and Shea’s moans blend together with the sound of the breeze. My pace increases. Shea’s moans increase, as do her efforts to pleasure my sister. Their moans soon become panting.

“Fuck me Jaden,” Shea cries out. “Fuck me… Fuck me… Fuck me… Mmmmmm…”

The clouds suddenly clear. Bright moonlight shines down, bathing the three of us in its glow. Both Shea’s and Raven’s naked bodies are now clearly on display. I see my sister’s cute little ass hovering over my new girlfriend’s face. My new girlfriend. It seems unreal, and inspires me to pleasure her the best I can. I adjust my thrusts to determine the most pleasurable angle for Shea, then fuck her for all I’m worth.

Raven’s panting becomes cries of ecstasy as she reaches orgasm. Half a minute later, she rolls over onto the sand to catch her breath. I lay down on Shea, kissing her, tasting the tang of my sister’s juices still in her mouth.

Another half a minute goes by before Shea is crying out her own orgasm. Her excitement brings me with her. I pull out and stroke hard, turning slightly to the side. My jizz shoots out, drenching the bottom of her leg.

Spent, I ease down on top of Shea. She wraps her arms around my neck and holds me tight, kissing me gently, sweetly.

“That was wonderful Jaden,” she whispers, her face lit with joy, tears flowing.

“You’re wonderful,” I reply, kissing the tip of her nose.

Raven rolls over next to us and says, “You’re both wonderful.” She kisses Shea on the lips, then me on the cheek.

The three of us lay on the beach for another ten minutes or so, bathing in the moonlight, just listening to the wind in the trees. Shea holds my hand the entire time, which I’m thrilled about.

Eventually, we get up and take a quick dip to rinse the sand off. We find our clothes, then carry them as we air dry on the way back to the car where we get dressed.

As I drive us home, I marvel at how the evening’s events played out.

We each take a quick shower before turning in for the night. Shea normally sleeps in my sister’s bed when she stays, but tonight she wants to sleep with me, which I’m also thrilled about. Deciding to remain naked after our shower, we crawl in, cuddle up and close our eyes. We’re both so exhausted, we quickly fall asleep.

Chapter 5

Morning arrives, and when I open my eyes, I find I’m not alone. Really not alone. Raven must have gotten lonely at some point during the night and decided to join us in my bed. Thankfully, she’s wearing a t-shirt and isn’t naked like we are. Despite last night’s events, that would be awkward.

However, as I look at my twin sister, she’s never looked so adorable as she does now, sleeping all cuddled up to Shea. They’re both facing me, spooning, with Raven on the outside and Shea in the middle. This must be how they normally sleep together when one of them spends the night at the other’s house. I never realized how close they were, but after last night’s display of affection, I’m not too surprised.

I slowly extricate myself to use the bathroom, trying not to wake them. When I return, I just as carefully slide in, as close to Shea as possible, placing my arm above her head on the pillow.

Several minutes after closing my eyes and lying still, I’m just about to drift off to sleep when Shea stirs, moving her cheek against the side of my chest and her arm around my waist. I begin to wake up again. So does my not-so-little friend down below, thanks to Shea’s arm pressing against him. As I hold this beautiful creature against me, I am unable to keep from replaying last night’s events. My erection slowly grows, reaching it’s full stature in no time. When it begins to twitch, demanding attention, Shea grasps it with her hand and gives it a firm squeeze. I move my arm under her neck and pull her tight, trying not to move too much. She begins to slowly stroke my shaft.

I look over to see if my sister has noticed anything, but her slow, steady breathing tells me she’s still asleep. I move my hand to Shea’s breast, caressing it lightly. Moving to the nipple, I gently rub it back and forth. Shea turns her face towards me and gives me a sleepy smile. Our lips meet for a short kiss. My hand moves down to gently rub her love button.

Soon, she’s as wet as I am hard, so I place my arm around her waist and gently urge her to roll on top of me. She follows my lead, straddling me, both of us still under the covers. Working together, we manage to get the head of my erection into her opening.

She slides her body down until my cock is all the way inside her. The look on her face speaks volumes. She’s so beautiful, I’m surprised it took me this long to notice.

Moving slowly, she rocks forward and backward, sliding up and down my full length, her face glowing with pleasure. Despite my efforts to keep her from moving the bed too much, Shea begins to rock faster, and begins panting. I glance over at my sister, hoping she is still sleeping. Nope. She’s watching us, smiling.

“It’s okay,” she says quietly. “Don’t let me stop you.”

Shea hears Raven and looks over at her. Smiling, she says, “Okay,” then abandons all modesty. She pushes herself up into a sitting position and begins riding me with abandon, her ass lifting, then slamming down.

I pull the sheet up and around her legs to try and cover us up so my sister isn’t forced to watch the x-rated visuals, then hold it in place by resting my hands on Shea’s thighs.

Raven slides over and places her head on my shoulder, watching Shea ride me. “So this is what it looks like from the guy’s perspective,” she says nonchalantly.

“If you don’t mind, we’re a little busy here,” I admonish her. “Maybe you could find something else to do until we’re finished?”

“Maybe you should have taken your overactive hormones somewhere else and let me sleep!” Raven counters, reaching out to pull the sheet aside. “But it’s too late for that now.” She curiously watches my cock penetrate her best friend’s pussy over and over.

“Holy shit!” she exclaims. “Shea, I can see now why my brother’s having no trouble taking care of you.”

Shea slows her pace. “Why do you say that?” she laughs, breathlessly.

“His pecker is really big!” she answers.

“It’s not that big” I observe.

“It’s pretty decent,” Raven counters.

“It’s just right,” Shea says decisively, continuing to slide up and down my cock, slowly, as though savoring every inch.

“Wait a minute sis. Are you checking me out?” I ask, teasing her.

“Well, it’s hard not to!” Raven replies, laughing. “You’re having sex right in front of me.”

“Nobody’s forcing you to watch,” I point out.

“Maybe, but you two have managed to get me all hot and bothered again! I am not in the mood for a cold shower, so I guess we’ll have to figure something out.” She reaches in to rub Shea’s clit with her thumb.

“Oooooh,” Shea coos, pausing her motion with my cock buried inside her. “I think we can come…mmmmm… up with some way to include you again.” She pulls the sheet down until my sister’s panties are exposed, then slides her fingers under the flimsy material. Raven lifts her leg, spreading her thighs apart to allow Shea easier access.

“Perhaps I should leave you two alone for a little while,” I suggest. Neither responds.

Probably because Shea is now finger-fucking my sister, who is now panting and unable to focus on Shea’s clit. Raven adjusts her body, rolling from her side onto her back. Then, shifting weight to her feet, she arches her back, lifts her ass off the bed and pulls her panties down. Shea pauses to assist with this maneuver, pulling them further down near Raven’s ankles. Raven kicks them off then spreads her legs as she reclines her head in the crook where my chest meets my shoulder. Apparently I make a good pillow.

Feeling affectionate, I rest my arm across the top of her chest below her chin, hugging her. She seems to appreciate this gesture because she grasps my forearm firmly with both hands, like an anchor, as Shea continues to finger fuck her.

I can’t see much from my perspective, barely able to see over my sister’s head. Just her small mound of black pubic hair and Shea’s hand moving rapidly.

The volume of Raven’s panting slowly increases in proportion to the strength of her grip on my arm.

“You like that, huh?” Shea asks her, teasing, pausing her ministrations.

Raven’s grip on my arm loosens. Panting, she answers, “Oh… fuck yeah!”

Shea brings her hand to her mouth and sucks Raven’s juices from her finger. Then she slides her hand under Raven’s t-shirt. Licking her lips, my sister grabs Shea’s arm and pulls her down to lay on my chest. After a long, passionate kiss, Shea lifts my sister’s t-shirt up, exposing her breasts, then leans in to suckle Raven’s left nipple. Her nipples are big, long and rock hard. Raven reaches under Shea to massage Shea’s breasts while Shea practically makes love to hers.

“So this is what it looks like from the girl’s perspective,” I observe sarcastically, then add, “Holy shit Raven. I can see why Shea is enjoying herself right now.”

“Why do you say that?” my sister laughs.

“Your nipples are really big!” I answer.

“Wait a minute bro. Are you checking me out?” she asks, mocking my earlier teasing of her.

“Well, it’s hard not to!” I reply, laughing. “You’re tits are right in front of me.”

“Nobody’s forcing you to watch,” she points out, continuing our verbal sparring.

“Maybe, but what else is there to do?” I ask. “My cock is hard, my girlfriend is busy doing something else, and I’m trapped under both of you.”

“Well… I guess you’ll have to figure something out,” she answers, amused.

I analyze the situation and come up with a plan. “Sit back up Shea, just for a second.”

She complies, curious. I wrap both arms around my sister and pull her up onto me so she’s laying on my chest.

“What kind of solution is this?” Raven asks, laughing.

Instead of answering, I reach down under her thighs with both hands and pull her knees towards her chest. “There,” I state confidently. “Now Shea can pay attention to both of us at the same time.”

Shea looks skeptical. “I’m pretty sure I’m not that flexible,” she laughs. “But that gives me an idea.” Climbing off my erection, she scoots further down the bed then leans down to take my cock in her mouth. After about thirty seconds of blowing me, she moves up to pleasure Raven while continuing to stroke me with both hands.

Once again, Raven lowers her feet to the bed, arches her back and spreads her thighs open. Freed from holding my sister’s knees up, I place my hands on either side of her waist. She places her hands on top of mine and twines our fingers together. Apparently I make a good anchor too.

“Oh Shea, please don’t stop,” she says breathlessly. Her head rolls from side to side on my chest as Shea gives her a good tongue-lashing. Caught up in the moment, Raven moves both our hands up to her breasts and squeezes. I’m so caught up in the moment thanks to Shea pumping me, I just go with it. My hands move involuntarily, all over my sister’s breasts, tweaking her nipples, massaging the tender flesh.

Finally, I feel soft wetness on the head of my cock again. I can feel Shea still grasping it firmly, but she’s no longer stroking it. My brain tells me just the head is in her mouth and she’s probably distracted by whatever she’s doing to Raven, because my sister is now moaning.

I thrust upwards just a little so as not to startle Shea. Silky, moist warmth greets more of my cock. I pull back a little, then thrust upwards again, pushing another two or three inches inside her. It feels so fucking amazing. Those wonderful nipples between my fingers makes this moment even more spectacular. Still, she gives no sign that it’s too much, so I pull back again then push at least six inches inside that gloriously cozy place.

Raven cries out, loudly. “Mmmmmm… Fuck!”

“Wow!” I think to myself. My sister’s enjoying herself as much as I am. Shea is simply amazing, being able to pleasure both of us at the same time. But that thought passes quickly as I pull back and thrust again. Raven cries out again. Allowing my fingers to massage her breasts unaccompanied, she reaches up to twine her fingers in my hair instead.

I pull back and thrust again, this time all the way to the hilt.

“Oooooh… Yeah!” my sister cries out even louder. This is when my brain receives the signal from my soldier at the front lines, telling me the angle of my thrusts is all wrong, and my missile did not reach its intended target.

I pause my attack to allow my brain time to process this new information. The target, however, doesn’t accept the conditions of the cease fire.

Raven drops her hands to the bed, pushes her torso off my chest and begins to rock forward and backward, her tightness sliding along the length of my shaft. Strangely, my only thought is, “Wait a minute. Where’s Shea?” My answer comes sooner than expected as a tongue begins to lick my balls.

Desiring a quicker pace, Raven pushes up onto her knees and begins to ride me, reverse cowgirl style. Finally I see Shea. Crawling around my sister, she greets me with a kiss. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“More than I probably should be,” I confess. “This isn’t what I had in mind, you know. I wanted to be with you, but I guess I also didn’t want Raven to feel neglected. Now here you are, the one being neglected.”

“That’s okay,” she says sweetly, kissing me again. “I’m enjoying watching the two of you.” She looks over at my sister’s ass, bobbing up and down, her pussy greedily swallowing my cock.

“You’re not jealous?” I ask.

“Jealous?” she says confused. “I wasn’t jealous listening to you tell us about your liaisons at the party with strangers. I’m certainly not jealous about this, which I initiated, between two people I love. Are you mad at me for tricking you into this?” She anxiously waits for my response.

“How can I be upset with you for tricking me into something I’m enjoying, with someone I love?” I reply, gently caressing her cheek with my fingertips. “Two someones I love,” I add.

“You love me?” she asks, her voice filled with uncertainty.

“I think I’ve always loved you,” I reply tenderly. “Even when I wasn’t aware of it. It really hurt me when I heard those rumors. I felt like I’d lost something I’d never be able to find again.”

Tears begin to flow freely from Shea’s eyes. Tears of joy. The kind you want to see.

Raven stopped the ride at some point during my confession and is now climbing off. She turns around and crawls up beside me, opposite Shea. She too is crying.

“I love you guys,” she says, hugging us both, each of our foreheads touching the other two.

“I love you too Raven,” Shea responds, holding her tight. We kiss each other briefly, sweetly on the lips. Like our three-way hug at the malt shop last night, we hold each other close for a few minutes until I break the silence.

“Anyone ready for an orgasm?” I ask. “My treat.”

“Absolutely!” Shea answers, laughing through her tears.

“I’m in!” Raven agrees enthusiastically.

And despite what you may have heard, that’s what really happened… and then some.