House of Clues – Part 3
by
Tommy Linarcos
“This is Olivia’s room, that’s her name? It’s cute,” Lyla observed. “I’ve never met her.”
“Not surprised. She graduated before you were a Freshman,” Scott said, looking at a fun photo of his sister and her friends taped to the wall. “She’s in college, now.”
“Mia and I saw those photos in Round 1. Don’t worry, we didn’t snoop too much,” she teased.
“I’m not worried.”
“You miss her?”
Scott thought it over. “Yeah, a little. She’ll be back for Christmas, if Johnny invites you over. Maybe Thanksgiving, but she might go to her roommate’s house.”
Lyla went to Olivia’s desk. “Okay, give me your suspicion. Got to keep it fair,” she said as she marked all of Scott’s cards on her sheet.
“Really? Okay, um,” Scott looked at his sheet. What was he missing? “How about, I suspect… me, Col. Mustard, here in the Lounge, with the Nerf gun — I mean, Revolver.” He had brought the Nerf gun with him, just in case it could be fun.
Lyla showed him both the Col. Mustard and the Revolver cards.
“Two cards?” he said, marking things down. “Col. Mustard. Now I know I didn’t do it. Very generous of you.”
“You’ll pay for the extra card, don’t worry.”
“Will you be paying for all three of my cards you took?” he asked.
“Oh, yes.” She looked at her sheet. It was complete except for one item in each category. She had the solution! “For those cards, I’m going to give you anything you want. We’ll start with these. You probably want your shirt back.” She put her Clue items down, then cross-grasped the hem of her two shirts, and drew them off her body, revealing her breasts to Scott.
“That is so my favorite shirt, now,” he sighed. “Keep going.”
“I’d rather have you help me with the rest?”
Scott smiled and took off his yellow soccer shirt — a funny one the team had made as spirit wear with a stick figure player and a school-legal pun about balls — and tossed it on the chair, on top of Lyla’s shirts. He picked her up by the waist, swung her around slowly, and placed her on the bed. While she watched, he then dropped his sweats and pulled them off, taking his socks with them.
“Royal blue looks nice on you,” Lyla said, eyes glued to the cock in his boxers.
“It was supposed to match my blue shirt,” he said, “but you stole that, Mrs. Peacock.”
“Can I have the yellow one, too?”
“Season’s over, but I can’t have you advertising that you’re my girl,” Scott warned.
“It could be Johnny’s.”
“You could be.”
“If only…”
There was a quiet moment between them. Scott shook it off and put knees on the bed. “If I don’t do this now, it’s not gonna happen.” He popped her waist open and teasingly pulled her pants off with her panties, and flipped off her little anklets. Lyla was naked before him.
He took in the whole picture, her hair, her face, her breasts and arms and belly, the golden curls of her pussy, those long legs down to her cute toes. My brother is nuts if he doesn’t… “I do love blonds,” Scott remarked, trying to put himself back in the game.
“I wish I looked as gorgeous as Fiona,” Lyla said, curling her body.
Scott closed his eyes. “If you want this to happen, don’t mention my girlfriend in the other room. This is our one-time gift to each other and — ”
“Then, let me unwrap you,” Lyla said and sat up, stopping Scott from backing away.
The first thing she did was not to pull off his boxers. She did what she’d wanted to do for a year: just touch him. She joined him on her knees and reached up to this neck and let her hands glide over his body, pausing and circling over his pecs and then down his abs. She leaned in and up to press her breasts onto him, and kiss a nipple.
His arms closed lightly around her, and they were back in the realm of possibility. He might be a Senior and Johnny’s older brother, but he was still a 17-year-old boy.
Lyla’s hands dropped slowly, following Scott’s hair trail to the top of his boxers. She didn’t pause, just took ahold of the elastic and pulled them down over his cock, then pushed them down to his knees. She let her breasts brush against his cock as she lowered herself to see it and hold it.
Scott stood off the bed to make her examination easier, and to kick his boxers aside. He ran his hands over her hair, and then through her hair as she whispered things to herself, words only she knew, about finally holding her fantasy man naked in her arms.
She ran her fingers through his pubes and stroked his length. He was a little bigger than his brother, the boy she’d just made love to in the closet. Her mind quickly ran through the boy who took her virginity, then the other one she bounced to last year, then Rory and Conor. She couldn’t figure about inches, but she could fit both of her slim hands on Scott’s shaft, and knew it would feel wonderful inside her. She just had to keep Scott interested and make it happen in the short time they were allotted together. She took him inside her mouth.
Fiona had told Scott that Lyla had a talented tongue, and now he knew it to be true. He didn’t want to direct her, though, so he just enjoyed her skills. He rarely came from a blowjob unless he wanted to, and it wasn’t going to happen this time, either. She was at a good enough angle and height for him to reach her soft breasts, so he played there while he could. The morning had gotten him horny as all hell, and he knew where he wanted to cum.
“Think you can handle this, Lyla?” he asked, starting to indicate he wanted to move on.
“It’s the biggest I’ve had, but I want this,” she said from below. “It’s going to feel wonderful, I know.”
“Yes, it will,” Scott agreed from his side of the equation. He moved his hands back to her hair and slowly moved his body away. He helped her lie down on the bed while pulling his sister’s comforter aside — he figured he could wash the sheets easier than the comforter — then he joined her.
She wrapped her arms around him and looked into his eyes. He looked back and saw her lust, her hero worship, the feel of meeting a celebrity, a fantasy. He didn’t want to disappoint her. He let his hands roam, but with purpose. And he kissed her, probably the most intimate thing he would do with her that afternoon. He fully intended to massage her clit and to fuck the life out of her, but a kiss was personal. He liked the girl. Not as much as his brother did, but she was a nice, funny, sexy girl. To not kiss her, though, would be an insult. He had to keep his mind on the idea that he was a celebrity to her, a fantasy, and he played that role because he had to, because the girl he was truly in love with was only several feet and a wall away.
He maintained a very light touch as he caressed her breasts and flicked her clit, saving any rough play for when he got between her legs. “Lyla? Baby? You’ll forgive me, but I’m not going to go down on you this time.” Not really ‘this time,’ though, as it was their only time.
“Not enough time?” she asked, thinking of the game.
“No, probably too much Johnny in there, still,” he laughed as he brought his finger out from inside her very wet pussy, and she joined him in that when she realized what he meant.
“Will you give me as much as he did?”
“Oh, that’s a guarantee. How could I not — with a sexy girl like you?” He kissed her and she began to pull at him, urging him to get on top of her. “You don’t want to be on top?” he teased.
“No, I want to feel your weight. I want to feel you driving into me. I want to feel you.”
Scott found his positioning, and she wrapped her legs around him, locking his thighs as if preventing him from changing his mind.
Scott smiled at that. “Thought I might need a condom, but you’re good?”
“Yeah.”
“You sure?”
Lyla laughed. “Yes. I better be, because the DNA test won’t tell me which brother is the father if I’m not!”
“Now, you know I can’t give you the four-hour Scott Walker treatment, right?” he hinted.
“That’s okay if I get the edited version, so long as it’s not the Cliff’s Notes!” she giggled.
Scott was more and more amazed by Lyla. If he were a year younger and didn’t have Fiona, he might pursue this girl. “Do you play an instrument?” he asked, kind of out of the blue.
“The piano,” she shrugged, “but I’m not in the Band or Orchestra.”
Just like his friend Albert, though Scott had finally gotten him to join the school Band. “Does Johnny know?”
“I don’t think so,” she said.
“Tell him.” Scott started gliding his cock head along Lyla’s pussy, pressing at the top of her cleft, and not-quite entering her each time he went south.
“Don’t tease me. We don’t have time.”
“We didn’t set the timer this round,” he admitted.
“Then fuck me.”
He slid his cock inside her. She was so wet from her juices and Johnny’s cum that Scott slid all the way in a single shot.
Lyla breathed an “Oh, oh, oh, oh my god!” as she felt the size of Scott’s cock. He was somewhere around seven and a half inches, depending on the day or whatever, but it was longer and thicker than any other Lyla had had. And it belonged to Scott Walker, the boy Lyla had been lusting for since she first saw him competing in a swim meet when she was a Freshman.
Scott began slowly fucking her, in and out, and in and out, and in and out… “Is this what you wanted, Lyla? Is this what you wanted to know?”
“Uuuhhn, it feels so good…”
“All the glances, all the peeks, all the touches as you walked by me in the school hallway. All the ‘Hi, Scotts.’ Is this what you wanted?” he quietly teased her.
“Yes, it’s what I wanted… I want it… I want it…”
Scott sped up and started pounding her. Lyla couldn’t form words, anymore, just a loud “Ah-uh-ah-uh-ah-ah-ah-ah…” whine that broke with each slam into her pussy.
He paused and pushed fully into her and held his cock at her cervix.
“Oh, oh, Scotty…”
“Don’t call me Scotty,” he warned. He lay forward and pressed against her breasts, then rolled them so Lyla was on top. “Come on, then, bounce on me so I can play with these titties…”
That got a laugh out of her as she found her positioning, on her knees, sliding forward and back, enjoying his hands on her breasts. She found the pleasure of being on top, of rubbing her clit against him, and driving down on his cock as hard as she wanted. “Oh, this feels… uh-hah… uh-hah… uh-hah…”
“That’s it, Lyla. Fuck me…”
Having Scott say it really did it for her, and she started cumming on her next downstroke. “Oh, fffffuck…” She began shaking and fell forward onto him. He helped her, guiding her onto his chest, enjoying her soft breasts as she flopped about. But he wanted to cum, too, and now that he’d done the job of the hero and let her cum first, he held her ass and slammed up into her.
“Oh, oh, oh, Johnny, oh…” she cried falteringly.
Scott picked up on the error, but didn’t call her on it. He pressed on hard so he could cum, and in another five or ten slams, he’d hit his wall. “Lyla? Lyla, I’m going to cum in you…”
“Yes, yes, cum in me…”
He held her and his body tightened up as he shot jet after jet of heat into her.
Lyla just floated and shuddered on top of him, unconcerned about her weight on him, knowing it was nothing to him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rested her head on his chest like a pillow, listening to him breathe. She had no idea or care about what time it was, but she knew it was no ten-minute round they’d just spent together. And she hoped she could lie there for another ten.
Then it hit her. She’d fucked both Walker boys today — in the same day. It could only have been better if she’d had both at the same time.
She lifted her head and found his eyes. “Can I kiss you?”
“Today, yes,” he smiled back at her. She scooted up, trying not to let him slip out of her, yet, and tried to start a make-out session, but could feel him holding back.
“You want to get back to Fiona, don’t you?” she asked with a sad smile.
Scott actually looked a little bashful as he nodded. “In a bit…”
“Oh, fuck, Rory… fuck me… oh, god… fuck me…” Mia moaned as Rory pounded her from behind.
“Do you want to do the Clue stuff?” Johnny asked Fiona, in Scott’s bedroom.
“What’s the point, Professor Plum? Lyla’s gonna win,” Fiona laughed.
“She cheats very well, Miss Scarlett.” Johnny looked Fiona up and down with wishing, lustful eyes. “Scott’s right. Scarlett is the hot one.”
There was that pause, the how-do-we-start-this? pause. And Fiona was letting Johnny sweat with it.
“Do you want me to pull the shade down, or…?”
“No,” she said. “I want to see your body. Take off your clothes, Johnny.” Fiona sat on Scott’s bed, her arms to either side.
Johnny was a little off-center. He was no virgin but sure felt like one, if just returning to those days where he lacked experience in being with a girl. Here he was with the beautiful Fiona, his brother’s girlfriend, someone probably out of his league, but only because she was a Senior. They were both in the Orchestra, and could have met that way. But there was no denying he’d always been in awe of the girl, and his body was excited that he was finally going to see her naked, and, if all went well, fuck her blue.
He took off his glasses, then pulled off his purple Batman shirt, acting more like Clark Kent than Bruce Wayne.
“There’s what I saw this morning,” she said, noting his chest. “I haven’t seen your new pecs since the pool this summer, except for a couple brief flashes of post-match topless Johnny.”
“You like them?” he tried to be proud. He looked her over, sitting there in Scott’s oversized-for-her red sweatshirt. She was bare-legged in her black skirt, and now barefoot, too. He wondered if she put her bra or panties back on after her time with Lyla.
“Keep going,” she ordered him.
He unbuttoned his khakis and pulled the zipper down over his obvious bulge, and let them drop. His boxer briefs were black, but did not hide his excitement. He took a seat to pull off his pants.
“Lose the socks, too. You’re not going anywhere for a while,” Fiona directed.
He took off his socks.
“Stand up and turn around.”
Johnny felt on-display, but was enjoying it. He hoped she wasn’t going to try and make him do anything stupid, like dance for her. He’d draw the line. The electric current of arousal was running up and down his body, though, and he wanted to get these boxers off.
“Take those off.”
Good, he thought. He bent over and pulled the black boxers down to his feet and kicked them aside. He hadn’t quite stood up, yet, when he felt her hands on his ass. He stayed as he was, letting her cop a feel, but fixed his stance so he wouldn’t fall over.
“Hmmm, nice. Don’t tighten up; relax, let me feel you,” she said, squishing his buns. She ran a finger over his anus, then ran it back and poked inside. He shivered. “Do you like that? Your brother likes that.”
“So does your brother,” Johnny teased back.
“Really?” Fiona smiled her surprise. “I didn’t know that.” She ran her hands down his legs to the back of his knees, then back up to his rear, then up his back to his shoulders, which was as high as she could reach from sitting.
She moved her hands and he felt her turning him. He fully stood, turned around, and presented his cock to her.
“There we go,” she breathed. She didn’t immediately grab his cock, her new toy, but again, felt around his body, his thighs and his abs and his pecs. She held his arm, but avoided his wrist brace. “Make a muscle.”
He flexed his left bicep, his good arm. “You comparing me?”
“A little. How can I help it?” she admitted. “You’re so similar. In a good way. A very good way.” She looked him in his eyes. “Johnny, you’re beautiful.”
She sat back, a bit, to look at him. He noticed she’d lost the skirt at some point while his back was turned. It was just her and the big, red sweatshirt. And when she moved, he could see her pussy.
Fiona’s pussy. A blond delta. Like Lyla’s, but fanned out, not curly.
“Johnny, I want to suck your cock.” She leaned forward and took him inside her mouth. She didn’t wait for his permission; it’s not like he’d say ‘no,’ anyway. “Do I detect a little Lyla, here?”
“Sorry,” he said between breaths, “I did a quick clean afterwards, but…”
“It’s okay. You might smell a little Lyla on me, too.” She took Johnny all the way down, impressing him to no end.
“Oh, Fee…”
Fiona reacted inside. That was what Scott called her. One of the things, the other being Fifi.
She licked her way back up to his crown, searching out his sweet spot. Was it the skin between his crown and his scar, like Scott? or…?
Johnny flinched in pleasure.
It was the bunch of skin at his scar, Fiona found, then teased it to advantage.
One hand supported himself on her shoulder, the other raked through her golden hair. “Oh, Fee, don’t… don’t make me… oh, fuck, Fee… don’t make me cum in your mouth…”
“No? Why not? I’d love to taste your cum…”
“Fuck, Fee…” he whined. “If I only got one chance with you, I want to…”
“What do you want, Johnny?” She wanted him to say it.
“I want to fuck you, Fiona. God, I want to fuck you…”
Fiona pulled off of him, still holding his balls. “Oh, you will.”
She moved back on the bed, finding a particular place on it that her body knew — a certain groove in the mattress or the way the comforter twisted, but ‘her spot’ when she made love to Scott.
Johnny joined her on the bed, but stopped her movement. “Take this off. I need to see your tits.”
Fiona just looked at him and raised her arms. “You do it.”
Johnny took ahold of the sweatshirt at her wrists and pulled directly up, watching her breasts appear as if a theater curtain had been raised. When the sweatshirt cleared her head, Fiona flung her hair, Gilda-style, to get it back to where it belonged, and laughed, giving Johnny a bright smile that melted him even more.
He flung the sweatshirt and looked at her. Her breasts were nice. Bigger than Mia’s, a little larger than Lyla’s, probably. Dark pink nipples, the same color as her lips. And her body looked so soft. If this was what his brother got to see every time, it was no wonder he was a goner.
Johnny picked up her right leg, making room for himself. He ran his braced fingers along her shin down onto her foot. “Fresh paint?” he asked.
“Yes, actually,” she smiled. “Last night.” It was the same color as her lips and nipples.
His cock was so hard, and he wanted to just plunge into her pussy, but he needed to see that pussy up close, he needed to taste that pussy. He rested her leg and found his position, opening her flower and letting his tongue dance along her labia.
Fiona immediately reacted. “Ohhhh, fffff…. Johnny!” She’d expected him to be a little clumsier, then reminded herself he’d had some training with Miss Tanaka. Then he found and kissed her clit, sucking it in and… She wanted to say that he was a Little Scott, but consciously did not want to compare him; no insult would have been intended, but who wants to be compared to their sibling? She just told him how she felt. “Oh, fuck, Johnny… yes… justlikethatjustlikethat… you’re gonna… already, you’re gonna… make me…”
“That’s right. You go first, Fifi.”
“Fuck, John-nyyyyy….”
As her thighs locked his head in place and she flooded his mouth, shaking and whimpering, Johnny mentally patted himself on the back. He didn’t know if he was that good at it, though both Kari Tanaka and Mia had said so, and it was probably the novelty of being Scott’s little brother that made it happen so fast, the anticipation, he figured, but he was proud he’d made her cum, anyway.
And she tasted good. Damn.
His hands had been feeling those nice, nice tits, pinching and rolling her nipples, even his hand with the brace and she didn’t make any mention of it. Still conscious of the game time, he didn’t want to lose his chance to nuzzle and suck those tits. When she relaxed, he kissed his way up her body, spending some time on her pubes and wiping his chin on them, until he found her breasts and spent the next few minutes getting to know them.
She ran her fingers through his hair, then, and slowly let him know she wanted him to move up. He left her breasts and inched higher, found her eyes, and stole a kiss. “Sorry,” he said, “I had to.”
She took his face and kissed him hard, making no mistake this was not the kiss she gave him on his birthday last spring. “Scotty— Johnny, Johnny!” she corrected, mad at herself. “I wanted you to kiss me.” She shifted her body, making sure he was in the exact right spot, though she could feel his hard cock on her the entire time he was enjoying her breasts. “Now, I want you to fuck me.”
“With pleasure.”
He’d just been waiting for the signal, the starting gun, and his cock was inside that pussy so fast. And so easily, she was so wet.
“Oh, god, yes!” she moaned.
Johnny propped himself up as he continued to slide into her, then decided to sit up and pull her knees to him. He wanted to watch his cock slide into that feathery, golden pussy. God, he was fucking Fiona Collins and he wanted to see it.
Fiona lifted her head to watch, too. Their eyes met and they both smiled. Johnny fucked her faster.
“That’s it, Johnny… that’s it… harder… fast and hard…” she moaned. “Lyla licked me, you licked me… now I need a cock… your cock… so fuck me, Johnny…”
Johnny almost couldn’t take it. He pushed himself to fuck harder and faster, glad his PE teacher and his soccer coach made him do a ton of calisthenics every day. He had to breathe better, though, and raised up, sitting on his heels, lifting her left leg straight, her foot on his shoulder, turning her a little, and fucked that pussy as hard and fast as he could.
He needed a breather, he knew, but that’s why God invented different positions, so you could catch your breath while you transitioned. He’d been holding his breath too much, and let out a loud, “Gah! Fuck, Fee, ohhhh…” He slowed down and was going to suggest she get on top when…
“No, Johnny, don’t stop…! I’m almost there… don’t stop!”
He put himself into overdrive, and had to do something. He brought her leg down and curled it, turning her onto her side, pitching a little forward over her again, and truly fucked her pussy sideways, but he could keep going hard, keep going fast.
“Oh, my god! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! ffffffffff…..!” Apparently, Fiona had never been fucked sideways, before. It was a new sensation for her. Johnny didn’t know this, so didn’t take pride in doing something his brother hadn’t done — he just knew Fiona liked it.
Fiona kicked into her orgasm and tried to pull Johnny down further onto her, but interrupted his drive. It didn’t matter, anymore, she was in full cum, yellow sparklies spinning around her head. She twisted onto her back and pulled him down.
When he felt her breasts on his chest, her nipples on his, he let loose, too. “Oh, fuck, Fiona, I’m cumming. I’m cumming in you, Fee!” And his body went stiff, teeth clenched like a shark bite, and his body shook like (as Mia described it once) he was hit with heart attack paddles as he came inside her.
He whimpered to himself, whispered to himself, “I’m cumming in Fiona… I’m fucking Fiona and I came inside her…” Fiona heard this, and, smiling, just held him tighter.
She let him lie on top of her while her haze cleared and he caught his breath. She let her hands roam on his backside as she calmed him. “Oh, Johnny, that was… really good!”
He put his face over hers and took a celebratory kiss, then they both smiled a big, goofy smile.
He’d need a few minutes, he knew, but his cock was still half-hard, and he wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass by without another try.
He began a nice, slow draw and thrust inside her, again.
* * *
“I wish we could just stay like this,” Mia sighed.
“Here?” Rory asked with surprise.
“No, not here… just… somewhere. Stay together overnight. Sleep together. Wake up together. You know?” Mia was staring at one of Johnny’s posters, but twirling Rory’s hair over his ear.
Rory let it stay quiet, did not respond. He’d been calculating telling her all day. He wanted to do it today. This game, this round, was perfect. But he just needed the timing. He thought he had it, then she started talking, again.
He thought he might do it while they were fucking, but it just seemed wrong, even if he thought about calling it ‘making love.’ Adding it in the middle of their groans and moans and dirty talk just didn’t seem right. Or there was no right opening for it.
“I don’t know if my folks are planning to go anywhere for a while. They do, every now and then.” Rory recalled Fiona taking advantage of those times, making him sleep over at Conor’s house.
“My folks don’t go anywhere. ‘The Radziwiłł’s home is our castle,’” Mia made fun of her father. “Except on vacation, but then I’d be gone, too.”
“Scott and Fiona did a whole week together, almost, in Michigan this summer. My folks were more concerned about his driving than them sleeping together,” Rory noted.
“So would your parents let me sleep over some night?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I think they know about us. They don’t bother us when you come over and we hide out in my room in the basement, and we try to be quiet,” he considered. “But a sleepover would be, like, I don’t know, like they ‘officially’… Probably not, you know?”
“Same,” Mia guessed. “I can’t really read them on that, whether they know we are, or figure we might be… But whose parents would let you sleep over, right? Like a ‘not under my roof’ kind of thing. Unless you climbed in my window? Or hid in my closet?” Mia laughed.
“Does Ski Club do overnights?” Rory asked. “Or just day trips? Because that could be fun. Rearrange the room assignments. Soccer did an overnight downstate for a tournament this year.”
“Yeah, I remember. I was so lonely without you,” Mia teased him.
“I was, too.”
They both got quiet. Now was the time.
“Mia, I lov-…”
“Rory, don’t,” she quickly stopped him.
“No. Mia, I want to say it. I’ve felt this way for a long time and —”
“No. I know you do. And… Rory… I love you.” She said it quick and hid her face, as if she was embarrassed about it.
Rory was speechless. She’d stopped him so she could say it. But that was good, right? He was hoping for her to come around and give him an ‘I love you, too,’ but…
“Don’t hate me for making you wait,” she said from Johnny’s Batman pillow.
“Hate you?” Rory asked, confused. “You do know what ‘love’ means, right? Because, god, Mia, I love you. There. I got to say it.” Gently, he coaxed her from the pillow. “And I want to say it again. And again. I love you, Mia. But you know that.”
“I know you hated all the l-u-v luvs I’d write on our texts.” She sniffled. Was she crying? “And that I said I didn’t want to be in love. People in high school go out and break up two weeks later. You think you’re in love but the guy just… I don’t know if I even know what love is…”
Rory turned her face back. “Yes, you do.” He leaned in and kissed her. “Mia, we’ve been going out for about two months now. I’m not breaking up with you. I’m not saying we’re gonna get married, or anything…” They both snorted a laugh. “But I’ve wanted to tell you since we were going out for two weeks. I knew at two days. I could have said it at two hours, even, but that really would have scared you away!”
“Yeah, probably. But not until after I’d seen you naked. I really wanted to do that, after I got you to ask me out after your soccer game!” She rolled into him, relieved that the hard part was over.
“I never want to hear a ‘luv ya’ again, okay?” he chuckled, but meant it.
“What if… Johnny tries to fight you for me, and takes me away?” She said it diabolically humorous, but it was a real fear of her day. What if we break up and I run off with Johnny? she was really thinking.
“Then I’ll fight Johnny,” Rory said, simply. “But he won’t.”
“Johnny likes me.”
“He likes me, too. And we like him. But he knows.” Rory held up the condom. “He even gave us this!”
“Can you love me and still… play games, like we do?” she asked. They didn’t have to do the sex games, but it was fun.
“Fiona and Scott make it work, they say. They have some… extra-curricular… friends. And they’re probably gonna get married. If they can survive college,” Rory argued. “Like you say, sex is fun.”
All through this, they’d held each other close, but Rory couldn’t help fondling her breast. “So, I love you, and I really love these titties…” He dove down and nuzzled her.
“Where’s that rubber?” Mia asked. A hand went up, holding it above her. “Good. Then show me how much you love this pussy, again…”
Johnny was sucking on Fiona’s left breast when the door opened and Scott walked into his own bedroom, carrying his clothes. “And how’s everything here?”
Johnny looked up at Fiona. “Are we done?”
“I don’t know,” she said, stroking his hair. “I didn’t hear the bell.”
Scott threw his shirt, boxers, and socks on his desk chair, sat on the bed, and pulled off his sweats. “We never set the timer, so the bell you didn’t hear probably would have rung about twenty minutes ago.” Naked, he crawled to Fiona’s other side.
“Where’s Lyla?” Johnny asked, no longer sucking but couldn’t keep his good hand from stroking Fiona’s skin.
“Taking care of Lyla things. Or she might be napping.” Scott kissed his girl.
“Is this my cue to leave?” Johnny smiled at the couple.
“I don’t know.” Scott looked to Fiona. “Is there anything left to do?”
“I can come up with a few things. I have both Walker boys here, naked. How often does that happen?” Fiona joked.
“Once,” Scott assured her.
“Your brother’s good,” she told him. “If you go to college on the other side of the country, I’m going to have to take Johnny with me like a teddy bear.”
Scott wanted to laugh, but the bit about not finding a university together, yet, weighed more on his mind.
“Is Lyla all taken care of on the balance sheet?” she asked.
Scott nodded, still a little bashful about it. “She got what she wanted.”
Johnny heard that, and it affected him a little, but he shook the feeling by letting his hand dip back into Fiona’s pussy, gently tracing her labia.
“What she wants is to be where Johnny is right now,” Fiona suggested.
“There’s more to what you say, there.” Scott took over worshiping Fiona’s breasts.
“What about Johnny? Do you need to make things even here, or is that something you’ve already taken care of and I’m just catching up?” Fiona asked with a smile.
Scott looked up and caught Johnny’s eye. Johnny saw evil intent, there. “Uh-oh…”
Scott threw an arm at Johnny, then launched himself over Fiona to land on him. Fiona squealed but then started laughing. Scott wrestled him onto his back, and then had him face down, but Johnny put up a good resistance. “So, fuck my girl and think I’m not gonna get you back? Why, I oughta…”
“Two boys literally fighting over me!” Fiona howled. “I love it! But don’t hurt him!”
“You… erg… son of a bitch… you fucked Lyla…” Johnny said from Scott’s armpit.
“Hey, don’t you call Mom names!” Scott laughed.
Both boys relaxed, then.
Scott, on top of the face-down Johnny, went for one more insult and pressed his cock along Johnny’s asshole. “I don’t know. Maybe I should even things out.”
“You serious?” Johnny asked from the sheets.
Fiona’s eyes got big. “That would be hot to watch, but I don’t know…”
“Don’t worry.” Scott slapped Johnny’s back and sat up. “We’re good.”
Johnny looked up at Fiona, then said over his shoulder, “I can take it.”
Scott looked to Fiona, then at Johnny. “Now… are you serious?”
“I’ve taken Rory, I can probably take you,” Johnny shrugged.
Scott leaned down. “It’s not the same thing. Really.”
“Try it.”
Fiona was in a better position to reach for some lube in Scott’s nightstand, and she handed it to Scott. Scott wasn’t too sure of the whole notion, and didn’t prime Johnny with a finger or three, just put lube on his cock and swiped it along Johnny’s anus, pressing in. “You sure?”
“Let’s see…”
Scott made sure Fiona was watching, then pushed forward into Johnny’s ass. He’d gotten his head inside when…
“Okay, okay, maybe not. Stop. Please, stop…” Johnny begged off.
“See? That’s probably what it was like for Rory,” Scott said, and pulled out of Johnny.
“Rory really likes it, though,” Johnny breathed, looking at Fiona. “I was half-thinking that, maybe, with you in me, I could fuck Fee again, and we could, like, it would be like… you fucking her through me. You know what I mean?”
“We’ve done that, actually, with a friend,” Fiona said.
“Albert?” Johnny guessed.
Scott just shrugged. “That’s a little more than I would want to do with you, though. I just poked you for, like, fun. I’m not going to rail my brother.”
Johnny thought about letting Scott try again. He thought about trying to fuck Fiona again, too. Then… something they’d said started clicking in his brain. The balance sheet. When one of them did something with a friend, they had to ‘even things out.’ Obviously, Fiona had fucked Scott’s friend Al after Scott did him, or they did it all together. They’d both done Lyla’s sister, Tori, he’d found. Fiona fucked Lyla today, and so Scott fucked Lyla. Scott said he’d fucked Rory… Why would he fuck Rory unless…?
Wow. Johnny decided he wasn’t going to ask. He’d hold onto this one. One: Rory was his friend. Two: if it did happen, he really couldn’t blame him. But, Three: the information could be useful.
Scott slapped Johnny’s butt and went back to holding Fiona. Johnny realized he was becoming a third wheel. He pushed up in the bed, taking a last look at naked Fiona’s breasts, then on down to her pussy, then tried to look at her whole, trying to take that mental picture. He rolled to the edge of the bed.
Then he looked back. “If you guys are gonna…”
“Yes?” Scott asked, guardedly.
“Can I watch? This once?” He added quickly, “Not trying to be a perv, just I always hear you, and I’d like to… Never mind.”
“Stay,” Fiona stopped him. She looked to Scott for permission, but he just gave her ‘the eye’ to see where she was taking this. “But you have to do something more for me.”
“Sure.”
“Jerk off while we’re doing it. I said I wanted to see you cum, before, and taste it.” She turned to Scott. “Then we’d be done.”
Johnny looked to Scott. Scott just nodded.
Scott took up position between Fiona’s legs, but kneeled high, pulling the sheet to wipe his knob from the lube. He asked Fiona to suck him a little, and she complied. He put a test finger into her pussy, finding it wet from both Johnny’s cum, still, and from the idea of performing, or just having both boys for her pleasure. He figured they could get right to fucking.
Johnny, meanwhile, found his spot down the bed where Fiona could see him properly, and he would have a direct view of the action. He sat up on his knees and heels, legs spread.
Scott lowered himself and handled his cock, keeping an angle open, leaning more heavily to his left, so Johnny could see his cock entering Fee’s pussy. You want to see how to fuck? I’ll show you how to fuck…
Johnny’s cock was already hard. It had stayed that way since his time with Fiona, and only lost some of its strength when he tried handling Scott. And now he began a steady stroke with his left hand, watching Scott’s cock slide into Fee’s pussy.
Fiona was enjoying the return of her boyfriend’s cock, but stared at Johnny, watching him stroke. Watching the boy watch her.
“Fuck her, Scott…” Johnny moaned.
“He listens to us, you know?” Scott told Fiona, with a very even, very wet, in-and-out. “When he’s alone? He can hear us through the wall. He jerks off listening to us fuck…”
“I want him to,” Fiona said, not having blinked, yet.
“I want to fuck you again, Fee…” Johnny breathed.
“Nope,” Scott said, starting to thrust faster, losing the voyeur angle.
“He fucked me twice. You know that?” Fiona smiled, still watching Johnny. “Right here in your bed. Your little brother fucked me…”
Scott began pounding her harder. Then picked up speed again, making the staccato sound of cock slamming into pussy, reclaiming his girl. He’d only cum once, so far, inside Lyla. He knew he could prolong this if he wanted to, but he didn’t want to. It was turning him on more than he’d like to admit, performing for his brother. But he wanted Fiona back for himself.
Johnny adjusted his speed. Fiona could see he was stroking his cock to match each of Scott’s thrusts, pretending he was getting that final fuck. He kept talking to himself, quietly, but Fiona could pick up, “… fffuck… fuck me… wanna… Fifi… fuck me… brother… ffff…”
Fiona was ready to cum, again, reacting not only to Scott’s fierce attack, but watching Johnny’s hand become a blur. Jerking off was so personal, usually done alone, and she was watching Johnny share that with her. Share his passion. Share his lust.
She crooked her finger and called Johnny to come to her. He knee-walked up the bed. She wanted him closer. He knee-walked right next to her and she put her arm around his legs, holding onto his foot.
“You close, Johnny? You ready to cum for me?” she asked. Johnny said something, some words that had Fs in them, plus the word ‘cum’ was in there, and he nodded. His pace got faster. Fiona drew her hand along his leg until she cupped his balls. “Johnny? I want you to cum on me. Cum on my tits, Johnny…”
The instant Fiona said the word ‘tits,’ Johnny shot his first jet, and let all the air out of his lungs. “Gah!… oh… Fuck!… fuck… me…” Shots two-through-five just splashed on her breasts. It was his fifth cum of the day, and probably his last, so he shot less on her than he’d shot inside her. He hoped she understood that. He might have to tell her so, just to make sure she didn’t think that was all he was capable of. He wished he could go back in time and take back Conor’s blowjob — he was just putting Conor in his place, asserting dominance, he didn’t know the day would turn out like this.
Somewhere in his haze, Johnny heard Scott cum inside Fiona. Fiona hadn’t stopped moaning since he’d shot all over her nipple. When Johnny finally opened his eyes, Scott was sitting on his heels.
“Clean her up, Johnny,” Scott more than suggested.
“No,” Fiona belayed that order. She ran her hand over her cummy breasts and scooped a good fingerful, bringing it to her mouth. She went for a second time, making sure she got the taste of it. “Okay, go ahead.”
Johnny fell down to her breasts and gladly licked them clean, making the effort as he got his last taste of her tits. He was aware that Scott moved back and let his cock slip out of Fiona’s pussy, and he put a hand out on Scott’s leg. “Wait.” Johnny made a flash decision and took Scott’s cock in his mouth, cleaning him off, too.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Scott told him.
“A last taste of Fifi’s pussy,” he smiled up at his brother. There was a method to the boy’s madness.
“You don’t get to call her Fifi,” Scott told him seriously. “Fee’s okay, though,” he allowed.
Fiona shuffled on her back into a sitting position, bringing her pillow up with her. She pulled Johnny’s face to her and gave him a final kiss, too. “Remember me… when you’re alone on the other side of the wall…”
“Fuck!” Johnny laughed, and blushed.
Scott got comfortable in Fiona’s arms as Johnny got up and looked for his boxers. “Hey,” Scott called him. “About Lyla and Mia. There’s something we gotta talk about…”
“Yeah?” Johnny expected some sort of report on the day’s activities and keeping quiet or something.
“Can you leave Mia alone?”
Johnny immediately came to attention, on defense, and his blood ran a little cold. “Like how? All I did was visit them, check on them. I gave Rory another…” What was going on?
Fiona picked this up. They’d both spoken to Lyla about this. “Mia’s really confused. She and Rory are really good together. She’s in love with Rory. And Rory’s told me the same. They deserve a chance,” she said.
“And I’m screwing that up?”
“I don’t think you intend to, but…”
“Hey,” Johnny gripped his Batman shirt. “What we did together was… um, together. You know? I can’t help it if Mia and I… get along… I mean, if I like Mia, and Mia likes me, you can’t just switch that off.”
“I know what you mean,” Scott nodded.
“Did she ask you to tell me that?” Johnny wanted to know.
“Lyla did. She said you could make them break-up with, like, one word.”
Johnny stewed on that for a moment. “Is it that fragile?”
“She’s confused. But you’re their friend. Be their friend. Let this one go,” Scott counseled.
Johnny sat and breathed for two moments. “And Lyla?”
“Lyla is really into you. You said you like her, too, and I don’t know if you see it, but you were all she could talk about, you know, when we were in the other room,” Scott said.
“The way you two were acting at the dining table, it looked like…” Fiona hinted.
“Yes, I like Lyla, too. I really do. More than Mia, but… Those two…” Johnny put his head in his hands. “They’ve been Betty and Veronica-ing me for a month, now.”
Scott was a little confused. “You mean those chicks from that Riverdale show?”
“And eighty years of comics,” Johnny told the floor.
“You’d know,” Scott shrugged. Fiona nodded; she’d watched the show and had a couple issues of Archie comics, herself.
“Can you love two people at once?” Johnny asked, looking to their eyes for an answer.
“That’s a question your brother and I have had to answer, ourselves,” Fiona admitted. “I think you love three people out there. Find the one who you want to be ‘in love’ with. The one who loves you back.”
“But she’s going out with fucking Jughead on the couch! So, who am I? Reggie?” Johnny moaned. Scott didn’t know the names, but Fiona knew what he meant.
“Sometimes you’re with someone just because you are. You know they’re not serious, like ‘Archie’ and ‘Veronica’ are,” Fiona pointed at the wall and extended the conceit to Rory and Mia. “Go tell Lyla how you feel.”
“I’ve tried…” He thought of the times he’d had her alone. “She’s stuck on this weird loyalty…”
“You just have to convince her. Make her see it.” Scott and Fiona looked at each other, recalling how they got together, forcing out her rebound.
Johnny thought on it, and he knew they were right. He didn’t have to push Mia’s buttons. Lyla was there for him all along, and just the same. Better, even. When he looked inside himself, he knew they could be happy.
He put on his shirt and went for the door, not worried about his pants. He needed to find where the others were. He opened the door, nodded to Scott and Fiona, and headed out.
It was one moment — could only have been a matter of seconds. There was some talking, some words, and then Johnny came back and slammed his forehead into Scott’s bedroom door. Twice.
“Fuckin’ Jughead…!” he cried, and then disappeared.
Scott and Fiona could only look at each other, mouths hanging open, and got mostly dressed in a hurry. When they exited the bedroom, they could see straight through the dining room into the frontroom, and their stomachs dropped.
Lyla was naked on top of Conor on the couch, riding his cock.
Rory and Mia had come out, too, half-dressed. Conor shouted, all happy, “Hey! Look what happened to me!” His hands were tied with the skein of rope from the table.
“The solution was Mrs. Peacock, in the Hall, with the Rope!” Lyla called to them. “I win!”
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