Chapter 23: The Hills l

-- SUNDAY, APRIL 16, 2006, SENIOR YEAR --

It was a short drive into the hills southeast of the campus. Even though I'd been to the house once before, navigating the multiple turns down small streets branching off from Claremont was a challenge. But once I made the final turn and came upon the dead-end street and the isolated mansion at the end, everything from two years ago came flooding back to me.

I remembered leaving Dawn's and Ryan's apartment in the morning with her telling me she needed time to think things over. I remembered getting high puffing marijuana from the very same hookah Carter had bought in the hippie store on Telegraph right before my eyes. And I remembered flirting with platinum-blonde, fake-titted Jillian.

Back when she was still alive.

Dead. It had happened – Amber confirmed it – and it could happen again. I couldn't even think of anyone else I'd known personally who had died, at least not recently. Maybe some distant grand-uncle, but certainly not a mid-20s girl I'd been intimate with in my past.

I was scared – scared about who might be the next to die. It could be Lexi, sucked into Carter's little game of being his next green-eyed brunette 'girlfriend'. It could be DJ, turning to drugs as a way of coping with her guilt. Or horror of horrors, it could be Brooke. I couldn't let that happen. But then again, I couldn't just barge into the party and order all of my girls to go home.

Well, I could, but I knew enough about 19-year-old girls to know how they'd react to that.

I had to find a way to make them understand without coming off like a bible-thumping maniac spouting forth about Judgment Day. They had to know what I knew about Carter. Brooke HAD to understand the truth before she did something stupid. But when I had started to tell DJ over the phone that I knew Carter and that he was into a scene that she shouldn't get involved in, DJ had dismissed my concerns as that of an overprotective big brother and rudely told me not to push my luck lest she rescind the invitation to come. She made me promise to "be cool", and she hung up.

So I was here. I'd be watching. And I sure as hell wouldn't lose track of my sister this time.

Feeling as if a shadow had passed over my heart, I popped open the Mustang's door and remote-locked the car behind me. The place was just like I'd remembered it: a large house that I knew to be even larger, like an iceberg with a lot of hidden mass beneath the surface. From my vantage point on the street level I could see down into the yard where an infinity pool built on a massive redwood platform looked like it dropped right off the cliff to the city below. Hotties were swimming in bikinis. A young couple was standing against the railing enjoying the view. But all of this was just on the surface. I knew what danger lurked below.

Quickly, I crossed the entryway and went inside the house. A large living area designed for entertainment was just off the foyer with sliding doors that led out to the pool and yard. I immediately saw my "froshlings" and sighed in relief to see that they were up here, and not downstairs anywhere near Carter's Showroom. Vivian and DJ were holding court, the usual centers of attention. And I looked up to find Brooke running across the room toward me. "Ben!" she yelled happily.

I raised my arms just in time to catch my little sister, not an easy thing to do since she only grabbed onto me with one arm. Her other hand clutched a Smirnoff Triple Black, and after pecking my cheek, she set her feet back down on the floor.

"Glad you could make it!" she enthused happily.

"I'm glad you let me be here."

"I'm sorry about that. Really, I am. I know you've been going through a lot yourself, and I haven't been there to support you like you needed."

"It's okay. I've had friends for support."

"I know, and I'm glad. Sure, DJ might be a little miffed that you shacked up with the Tri-Delts instead of going to pieces like her, but I'm glad you haven't been lonely."

"Really, I've been fine."

"Well there's fine and then there's fine, and I worry that you've been the former not the latter. It's just that everything with DJ has been so--"

"It's okay, I'm fine. But that's not important right now. Seriously though," I raised my eyebrows and stared at my little sister intently, "we need to talk."

Recognizing my tone, Brooke rolled her eyes and whined, "Don't kill the vibe, bro. I'm trying to apologize but don't get melodramatic on me. C'mon, we're here to celebrate DJ's birthday, not revisit old wounds."

"I'm not here to revisit old wounds."

"And you're not here to be a wet blanket, either. Otherwise you can turn around and march your ass back home, got it?"

I sighed. Keep an eye on Brooke and DJ. Make damn SURE they stay upstairs. Get everybody home safe tonight and THEN you'll have a chance to talk to them. Alright?

I nodded and allowed Brooke to tug me by the hand over to the group of couches she and her friends had commandeered.

"Whaddup, bra?" Meli Kanemura stood up to greet me with a hug and a peck on the cheek.

"Ben! It's been forever!" Tammy Toth hopped over and greeted me with a quick kiss on the lips.

"Back off, bitch!" DJ giggled, leaning forward in her seat to slap her friend on the ass.

"What? He's a free agent now, isn't he?" Tammy stuck her tongue back at DJ.

"Not to you girls," I answered with a shrug. "You'll always be my froshlings and my sister's friends. And if that didn't make you off-limits enough, now I'm DJ's ex-boyfriend. I'm pretty sure that makes ME off-limits to all of YOU."

"Pssht," Tammy scoffed. "If dating DJ's ex-boyfriends was against the rules, Josh wouldn't be over there sucking face with Beth."

Sure enough, DJ's ex-boyfriend was over on another couch making out with Beth Abelman, one of the other froshlings who happened to be Tammy's best friend and roommate. Joel Cha was shaking his head at them and making some joking remark. I shrugged and replied, "Whatever. I'm just here to hang out and have a good time."

"Damn straight!" Meli crowed, thrusting a Corona into my hands. "Okole maluna!" She clinked bottles with me and started chugging.

With a shrug, I replied, "Kia ora!" and then took a swig of my own before turning my full and undivided attention to DJ. In spite of everything that was going on in my life, with Elyse back at my house under the care of Sasha and the Tri-Delts, and with my concerns about my little sister and her froshling friends falling under the sway of crystal meth, I was only too aware that this was only the second time I'd seen her since our break-up before the semester even started. And the one time we'd met up in-between had not exactly been a pleasant conversation.

I didn't want this meeting to be just as antagonistic. Sure, it was important that the girls know what they were getting into, but at the same time I could feel that the future of my friendship with DJ was hanging by a thread as it was. One more argument and it could be severed forever, no matter how noble my intentions. So I swallowed my concerns and tried to reassure myself that she and Brooke would be alright. For one thing, I gathered that Lexi was still in the initial dating phase of her relationship with Carter, too early to start getting sucked down the meth vortex. For another, well ... DJ was blonde. True, Brooke was a brunette, but then I was hoping her lack of a physical resemblance to those I'd seen as Carter's "type" would keep her out of the target box. Lexi, Elyse, Rebecca, and Cameron were all tall, slender, and pale-skinned with green eyes. Brooke was comparatively shorter and comparatively curvier, with brown eyes and a more tanned complexion.

Keep an eye on them. Keep them safe. Don't give DJ any reason to kick you out, and believe that you'll get a chance to warn them off later.

I had to believe. So pushing aside my concerns, I instead focused on the gorgeous young woman in front of me as I sat down in a chair across from her. "Hey Deej ... Long time no see. You look ... wow ... you look great!"

She did. Holding her own Smirnoff Triple Black in front of her face, DJ sipped it and leaned back on the sofa. Her sunny blonde hair was pulled straight over the top of her head before being tied into a complicated knot in back and then fell in waves behind her shoulders. Her makeup highlighted her sky blue eyes and sharp cheekbones. Dangling earrings showed off her long neck and nearly bare shoulders. And a spaghetti-strap red cocktail dress fit her slender body perfectly to show off her considerable assets and super-long legs that she crossed at the knee and were finished with 4-inch wedged heels. Whereas three weeks ago she appeared fragile and gaunt, she now looked lithe and lean. She apparently was getting some sleep, because the bags beneath her eyes were gone, as was the hollowness in her gaze. She'd put a little meat back on her bones, and while still skinny enough to make me want to shove a cheeseburger down her throat, at least she seemed healthy again.

DJ smirked. "Horrible break-up diet. You should try it. Clearly you haven't been going without."

I blinked and raised my eyebrows, not sure what to do with that.

But her smirk vanished almost immediately. With a grimace, she sat up straight and set her drink down on the coffee table. And bending forward with her elbows on her knees, she sighed and said, "I'm sorry, that was mean. I don't mean to imply that this break-up has been any easier on you than it has for me. Well ... okay, I sorta did ... but that's still something I shouldn't have said to your face."

"It's okay. We broke up. You're entitled to have an opinion on how I've handled things since then. And to be honest, it gives me hope for our future that you're comfortable enough with me to ... well ... state your judgments right to my face."

"That's just it: I don't want to judge you anymore, and I owe you an apology for how vicious I was the last time we really talked. It's a fucked-up situation all around. I want to be with you but I know that if I was I wouldn't be able to handle it, so I have to move on. Only I can't move on if I keep dwelling on you but I can't stop myself from loving you and so I try and do my best to avoid you and not think about you but the harder I try to stay away the more I find myself thinking about you and..." she trailed off and put her forehead in her hand, sighing in frustration.

"Hey, it's okay," I soothed.

Just then, Brooke sat down beside her best friend and rubbed her back encouragingly.

"Deej ... It's your birthday," I said gently. "We're here to celebrate, not revisit old wounds." I directed that last part at Brooke, who smiled and nodded.

"I know, I know. But I have to say this before I can really move on, okay?" DJ stated plainly. "I miss you and I miss what we had together and as much as I believe breaking up was the right thing to do, I desperately wish we could just go back in time to like ... Thanksgiving or something ... and just be boyfriend/girlfriend again the way things were before everything snowballed out of control."

"A do over?"

DJ sighed wistfully. "Yeah..."

"Deej..." Brooke warned.

"Right, right," DJ said, sitting up straight again, which allowed me to breathe a little easier. Her tits had been put on display when her elbows were on her knees, and it had been quite distracting.

"We can't go back in time anyways," I said with a shrug.

"Right. The situation is what it is, and we both have to make the best of it. I know we can't go back in time, but the part of me that wishes we could then figures we could just start over right now. Start dating each other again and see where our futures lead us."

I popped my eyebrows. "Really?"

"But we can't," she replied seriously, sending my heart thudding back down into my stomach.

Now it was my turn to nod. "Right, right."

Fighting back her emotions, DJ pursed her lips and took a deep breath. "On paper, we're perfect. I know I'm your type, you know you're mine. The sex was astronomical, and of course there's everything special between our families. And yet somehow, we were never quite in sync. Could never quite get on the same page. Even when we were trying to be open and communicative and not hide anything from each other, we still wound up with slightly different understandings of what the other wanted. It was hard. It was always hard, there was always something, and it never easy for us, like the universe didn't want us to be together."

For some reason, both of us looked at Brooke just then, and my little sister popped her eyebrows a little nervously.

"I wasn't trying to convince her of that, uh, universe-thing," Brooke stammered nervously. "Not after that time I moved out, I swear."

I smirked and shook my head. "It's okay, kiddo."

"I was on your side, you should know that," my sister added. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you after the break-up. You seemed to be handling yourself okay and DJ needed me and--"

"I said it's okay," I interrupted with a smile. "She's your DJ. I understand."

"She really WAS on your side," DJ added. "Always reminding me that you were doing your best and that you really did love me for me and not just as a clone of Dawn. It was my own insecurities that made me say those hateful things I said, and for that I'm sorry."

I took a deep breath, and replied quietly, "Me, too."

For a moment, all three of us were silent: lost in our own thoughts and unsure where to go from here.

On that note, I opened my hands and asked, "So now what?"

"Now? We both move on," DJ replied with a shrug.

"Right, right." I nodded, and then furrowed my eyebrows as something occurred to me. "Wait, is that why you invited me here to talk to you? Are you going to introduce me to your new boyfriend?"

"What? No!" DJ barked a short laugh and looked around. "Ben, no. Nobody could ever replace you. I've thought about it, of course. I've been through other break-ups and never had a problem latching onto a new guy. But not this time. Not after what happened to us. I'm not ready, although ... well ... maybe it'll happen eventually. It's kind of why I'm mad at you: I've been moping around for the last few months going without any dick since the last time you pounded me, and meantime you've been up to your ears in Tri-Delt pussy."

I blushed and looked away. "They're just friends."

"I know. It's kind of why even when I get mad at you, I don't feel too mad at you. The part of me that cares about you wants to see you move on and be happy. The jealous bitch inside is rather pleased you haven't had a true girlfriend since me."

"I haven't."

"But you should. -I- should too. And I really do hope that someday, we'll meet up with our new significant others in tow, and we'll both be nothing but happy for the other."

I sighed. "I guess. I mean ... that does sound nice. But for right now at least, it's kind of a hard concept to stomach."

DJ nodded. "I know. Me too. But I'm gonna try."

"Me too," I replied before holding up my beer bottle in salute. "Friends?"

DJ smiled and clinked my bottle with her own. "Friends."

"Happy birthday, DJ."

"Thanks, Ben."

After my initial conversation with DJ, I settled in with the froshlings and nursed my beer. Brooke and DJ made my job of keeping an eye on them much easier by staying put at this group of couches. This main living room had more or less been dedicated to DJ's birthday party, with banners and balloons decorating the area and pretty much everyone in sight being part of her extended circle of friends. Brooke and Faye had even put together a few birthday-related games, things like "DJ Trivia" and "Pass the Hat". There was also some blindfold game where the blindfolded person had to identify someone else using nothing but spoons held in their hands. Needless to say, the spoons always managed to get stuck around boobs and crotches, much to the amusement of everyone else who could still see.

In some ways, it was just like any high school birthday party I'd attended with my clique back in the day. But in other ways, it very much was not. For one thing, we didn't smoke marijuana from a hookah during those high school parties. And for another, we actually weren't the only ones in the house.

While the main living room had been commandeered for DJ's party, Carter's house was still a central hangout point for his group of friends, even though it wasn't a Friday or Saturday night. Although no one outside of DJ's clique of froshlings intruded on our activities, they were still around in the background going about their own evening socialization.

Two hotties who had been swimming outside in the infinity pool came in and walked around the back of the living room before going down a hallway, ostensibly to clean up. A couple of guys and three girls headed outside to smoke cigarettes while overlooking the view, and with a start, I realized that one of them was Rebecca, one of the girls I'd fucked blind in Carter's Showroom two years ago.

The other girl I'd fucked two years ago, of course, was Jillian. And Jillian, of course, was now dead.

Any buzz I'd started to get off the alcohol and weed evaporated with that realization. And I suddenly sat up, scanning the room for one green-eyed brunette in particular.

"Hey ... where's Lexi?" I asked Brooke quietly when I couldn't spot her.

Brooke furrowed her brow and looked around. "Uh ... I don't know, actually. She was here a minute ago. She played the hat game with us, remember?"

I nodded. "But she's not here now."

Brooke shrugged. "So? She probably went to the bathroom. Girl has been drinking non-stop since we got here."

"Maybe..."

Brooke read my expression. "What's wrong?"

I shrugged. "I shouldn't say. You told me not to kill the vibe."

She frowned. "Huh?"

"Nevermind." I waved her off, taking a deep breath and reassuring myself that as long as DJ and Brooke were here, I would be alright. Sure, I knew it was possible that Lexi was even now subject to whatever it was that Carter did to girls who looked like her, but for now I had to concentrate my efforts on getting Brooke and DJ out of here in one piece. To that end, I had always wanted to warn Brooke about the dangers of this place, and I had just figured out how to do it.

Right on cue, my ever-inquisitive little sister wasn't accepting "nevermind" as an answer. Frowning, she huffed, "No seriously, what's wrong?"

"It's DJ's party. We'll talk later." I gave her a serious look and warned, "Just ... stay in this room, okay? For me?"

"Okay, now you're being really mysterious."

I shrugged and replied a rather insincere, "I'm sorry."

Brooke sighed and looked away, debating whether or not to press the issue with me or just let it go. By now she knew I was manipulating her, but I also knew her curiosity would ultimately get the best of her.

"Okay, fine, you win. Let's talk." Brooke got up, waggled her empty tumbler, and announced. "I'm getting a refill. Anybody else want one?"

"Me," Meli replied, holding up her own empty martini glass. "Another Cosmo?"

"Sure thing. Ben, come help me," Brooke ordered.

Obediently, I grabbed Meli's glass and crossed the room with my sister to the fully-stocked bar taking up one side of the living room. Setting the glass down, I started gathering the ingredients for a Cosmopolitan while Brooke poured a double-shot of scotch into her tumbler.

Almost immediately, Brooke took a long swig and panted as the alcohol seared its way down her throat. "Okay talk. And don't pretend like I don't know you just conned me into letting you talk to me like this."

I grinned. "Fine, I won't pretend."

"What is it? What's so important that you pulled me away from the party?"

I sighed and glanced around, making sure nobody else was within earshot. And in a serious voice, I leaned forward and said, "This isn't my first time in this house."

Brooke's eyebrows went up. "You've been here before?"

"Two years ago. Almost exactly two years ago, actually. Right before Dawn and I got together."

Brooke frowned. "And?"

I took a deep breath. "And you ought to know that I've met Carter before. A few times, actually. And I really don't think you or DJ or especially Lexi know just what he's capable of."

"What's that?"

But I didn't answer right away. My eyes were fixed on the entrance to the living room from the rest of the house. "Speak of the devil," I muttered while taking a deep breath.

Carter himself had arrived.

"Holy shit ... Prince Charming himself. Dude, long time!" With that, Carter Sheridan stepped forward and gave me a 'dude hug', complete with a thump on the back. "What brings you back into my humble abode?"

"Humble abode?" I replied with a smirk. "If this is 'humble', I'd like to see a house you were trying to show off. Like that artwork over there. Real subtle."

Carter glanced where I was gesturing and smirked to see that I was pointing out a modern painting that more or less depicted an eight-person orgy in progress. He chuckled and nodded. "You know how I roll. And more to the point, I know how you roll. Or at least, how you did two years ago. And then you stopped answering my texts and dropped off the face of the Earth."

I shrugged. "Got hooked up in a very serious relationship."

"Really? Sleeping Beauty or Cinderella? Or Cinderella's little sister?"

I shook my head and replied, "Cinderella. And I can't believe you remember that stuff."

"What can I say? You were memorable."

I shrugged, and Lexi Gilmore seized on the pause in the conversation to ask, "Excuse me, but do you two already know each other?"

"Long story," I offered.

"Prince Charming here was a prior guest of mine, sugar," Carter replied while wrapping an arm around Lexi's waist possessively. His eyes momentarily hardened as he eyed me somewhat suspiciously. "But you were one and done. Didn't think I'd ever see you again."

I shrugged. "I had a good time, but I think I told you at the time that it wasn't really my scene."

Carter heard the tone in my voice and knew I was referencing the meth. His eyes still wary, he asked, "So then what brings you back?"

I gestured to DJ and then to Brooke. "Birthday girl over there is Cinderella's little sister, and that makes her a little sister to me in addition to being my ex-girlfriend. And Brooke is my ACTUAL little sister."

"No shit ... Small world!" Carter barked in surprise before chuckling and giving both girls an extra once-over. "You serious?"

I nodded and gave him a firm look. "They're important to me, you know? When I found out who was hosting this party, I wanted to tag along just to make sure they didn't get into trouble, if you know what I mean."

Carter held his hands up. "Hey, I dig. No worries, man. I'll treat 'em both special, like the princesses they are. Anything for an old friend."

My eyebrows went up as I thought of the way Carter had treated Elyse as 'special'. But wanting to keep playing along and not give him any reason to get defensive, I chuckled and laughed while replying, "Oh, hell no. I don't want you treating them 'special'. Hands off my little sisters, fucker. You got it?"

Carter laughed and nodded while holding both hands up defensively. "Okay, okay, Charming. No problem. You have my word."

Oddly enough, Carter giving me 'his word' was actually reassuring. While Elyse had said Carter was a manipulative, misogynistic asshole who used women for his pleasure, she had also said he at least followed his own rules. True, he went out of his way to put her in bad situations where her only choice was really no choice at all, but he indeed had never forced her to do anything. Even when she'd decided to run away, he didn't try to stop her. And I hoped that meant he would keep his word and keep his hands off of DJ and Brooke.

"Hey Ben, does that mean you don't mind it if Carter gets his hands on me?" Tammy chirped playfully.

"No, but -I- would!" Lexi growled with a big grin on her face, both hands on her hips as she stared Tammy down.

Tammy just giggled and posed coyly with a finger in her mouth, giving Carter rather obvious bedroom eyes.

Carter clapped his hands and started rubbing them as he stepped forward. "Okay enough chit-chat. I thought this was supposed to be a party!"

With Carter joining the party, there really wasn't an opportunity for me and Brooke to continue our conversation. I still didn't want to leave the room for fear of losing track of DJ, and as long as she, Brooke, and Lexi were all in the room with Carter in full view of all the froshlings, I figured that nothing really bad would happen tonight. And apart from Tammy drinking a little too much and puking behind the couch, nothing did.

Still, Brooke could sense my tense mood, and she was rather subdued for the rest of the evening. DJ too. Sure, she stayed involved and did her best to socialize and enjoy her own birthday party, but I think she recognized that something was off, and she toned down her drinking and smoking for the remainder of the night.

Carter, meanwhile, continued acting like I was his best friend in the whole world. He'd sit next to me, lean over, and mutter under his breath about how hot this girl was or to check out the tits on that one. He asked how me many of them I'd banged, and while I declined to comment for a while, he somehow managed to get me to confess about nailing three of them. He of course didn't know which three, although he already knew "Cinderella's little sister" was my ex-girlfriend. And he spent the better part of twenty minutes trying to guess the other two.

Sometime after midnight, the party broke up and everyone started going home. Carter got me to say I'd drop by for another one of his parties in the future, one where I wouldn't have to babysit the little girls and he could stock me up with fresh pussy downstairs. I didn't consider it a promise per se, more being polite and saying we'd meet up again "sometime". It wasn't like I'd ever been dependable in coming to other parties over the last few years.

As the froshlings filed out and fished out their keys, my big brother instincts kicked in and I went a little Nazi on them about making sure the most obviously inebriated weren't driving themselves, or especially anyone else, home. There weren't enough designated drivers to cover the whole crowd, but I made sure the most sober of them had the most seatbelts in use.

I myself had stopped partaking once Carter showed up, and I insisted on personally escorting DJ and Faye back to their apartment. I also managed to talk Joel into letting me drive Brooke home, since she lived with DJ and Faye anyway. But instead of driving straight back to the girls' apartment, I detoured to go to my house instead.

"Ben? What's going on?" DJ asked quietly once she realized I had made a 'wrong' turn.

"There's somebody I want you to meet," I replied soberly just as I turned onto my street. Moments later, I pulled into the driveway behind Andie's Lexus ES. And then I led all three girls into the house.

Everyone inside was awake and waiting for us. They of course knew where I'd gone tonight and I think all of them were a little anxious for my return. I'd texted before we left Carter's house, so they'd anticipated our arrival. And Sasha, Andie, Jamie, and Peyton were all seated in the living room when we came in the door.

And so was Elyse.

Brooke squeaked immediately, recognizing the old Cheer Captain from her freshman year of High School.

DJ was the first to actually speak up, once again asking, "Ben? What's going on?"

I sighed and gestured to the gaunt, hollow-eyed brunette staring back at us with red-rimmed eyes. I said, "Elyse, tell them the name of your ex-boyfriend."

Taking a deep breath, Elyse sighed and answered, "Carter Sheridan."

-- MONDAY, APRIL 17, 2006, SENIOR YEAR --

I awoke with my usual morning hard-on. My eyes were still closed, but I felt a woman's presence against my chest and the weight of a firm breast in my palm. And for a moment, I only knew peace.

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her back, covered only by a thin layer of cotton. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my left hand reflexively squeezed the breast I was currently palming as my left arm snaked beneath her pillow to hold her from the opposite side. My right hand firmed up over her hip, gently holding her in place while I reflexively ground my erection into her panty-covered ass.

She moaned in her sleep as I fondled her, and inhaled sharply when my right hand moved around her hip and down the valley of her legs to find her crotch. My fingers slithered beneath her panties and lightly grazed over the top of her clit, causing her to shove her ass back against my erection. The tip of my middle finger found the groove of her pussy lips, gliding along it until it felt a point of weakness, and there it penetrated. But it was only a short dip, enough to gather a little moisture before pulling back and spreading that moisture along the length of her furrow before returning and dipping once again.

Her cleft slowly began to part, opening like flower petals to allow easier penetration. Once I had her cleft suitably moistened, I pulled my fingertip back to spread that moisture on top of her clit. She gasped and I felt her body tense for a moment as only now did she join me in the waking world. But once she did, her body relaxed again to allow my continued ministrations.

Her left arm folded on top of mine, clutching my arm tighter against her chest. Her right hand moved back to grab my ass and squeeze it before tugging at the waistband of my pajama pants. I took the hint and began pulling down her panties first, and only after I had them around her knees did I push my pants to my own and thus remove the final barriers separating my morning wood from her bare skin.

Reaching back again, she guided my cockhead into her folds from behind, and once I was centered she tugged on my buttcheek to get me to drive all the way into her.

"Ohhh, shit, Ben!" she gasped, shivering as she felt my meat filling her up.

Still with my eyes closed, I bent my head to kiss her behind her ear as I crooned, "You feel so good, cutie."

"Fuck me," Andie whispered. "Fuck me good."

So I fucked her good. With my right hand on her hip once again, and my left hand keeping its firm grip on her firm breast, I held Andie's petite body in place before me, a willing vessel for my penetrations as I thrust into her from behind over and again. She twisted and writhed within my grasp as the pleasurable sensations crawled along her skin, but she never once tried to break free, at least not until she had her first orgasm.

But once she had that first orgasm, Andie reached back and pushed my belly so that my cock became dislodged from her cunt. She took advantage of the few inches of space between us to roll onto her back and reach out for my hip, tugging me to climb over her. I did so, and moments later she gasped and shivered again as I re-buried myself in her to the root.

"Fuck yeah, Ben. Fuck me ... Fuck meee..."

Andie's eyes were closed and she started biting her lower lip as I resumed the rhythm. Her cute whimpers were simultaneously adorable and intoxicating. I wanted to hear more of them, so I sped up my pace and started her down the path to a second climax. And then she couldn't bite her lip anymore, gasping softly to urge, "Harder ... harder ... so goooood!"

I didn't last much longer. Fully awake and clearly horny, I simply didn't feel in the mood to delay my ejaculation any longer than I needed to. Planting my forearms on the mattress to either side and hooking my hands beneath Andie's shoulders, I tugged her light body to meet each of my thrusts as I pounded and pounded and pounded her. Speeding up and hammering her harder, I ramped up toward my own climax right as she was reaching for hers. And the moment I felt the satisfaction of feeling HER satisfaction clench and spasm around my rod, I grunted and let go with both barrels to blast my load deep into her willing body.

A while later, I found myself slumped on top of Andie's body. She accepted my weight on her chest without complaint, kissing my ear and cooing happily as she rubbed my back with her hands. But after a while, I heard her sigh mournfully and turn her head away.

"What's wrong?" I asked quietly.

"I don't want to complain about having you all to myself, but it feels a little weird without Jamie here."

"I know," I sighed and nodded my agreement.

It had been an interesting night last night. Brooke, DJ, and Faye had clearly been in shock to listen to Elyse tell her story of drug addiction and entrapment into sexual slavery by Carter. Well, Elyse hadn't spoken all that much; I did most of the storytelling while Elyse simply nodded her head and tried not to cry. But the point is that while the three of them were not the targets of his predations, all three of them immediately started freaking out about their good friend Lexi.

DJ was quick to bitch at me, saying, "And you still let us go to his house?"

"Hey, I tried to tell you, but you threatened to rescind my invitation and hung up on me."

She couldn't respond except to pout.

The three girls of course had their questions, but all seemed to take my warnings to stay away from him and that scene at face value. Brooke, especially, seemed scared out of her wits. She didn't say anything explicitly, but I gathered that she was the primary instigator of arranging the party at Carter's place to get high and have a good time.

Within the hour, I'd driven all three of them home. And I'd returned to the house to find that Jamie had packed her bags.

"It's not a break-up, since we were never together," she'd explained. "And this doesn't mean I don't want to spend time with you anymore. But the original point of spending the nights with you was to call dibs on your time divided among the harem, plus I really-really like first-thing-in-the-morning sex. It was fun. It was casual. But ... well ... things are starting to get serious now, you know?"

I'd sighed over the idea of losing her, but Jamie had a point. We weren't a romantic couple and sleeping together had been more about convenience for fucking than anything. Sure, I loved to pillow my head on her big boobs and she loved to pillow her head on my chest, but there was nothing more between us. Plus, Andie was still as in love with me as ever, and Jamie promised to be back the next day to hang out with her friends. In the end, she'd left with Peyton to return to the Chapter House, and Andie was only too happy to be all alone with me in my room.

At least, she had been last night. But this morning? I suppose she missed her partner.

I kinda did, too.

Jamie's absence only served to remind me that things were not nearly as happy-go-lucky as they'd been just a few short weeks ago when we were in the middle of Tri-Delt West. Months of my life had been spent casually seizing and inseminating without serious worry over anything beyond getting through each day and getting one step closer to graduation. Sure, my DJ and Kim issues were far from resolved, but I had to admit to an element of "out of sight, out of mind", at least as far as daily stresses went.

But now I was hosting a drug addict in my downstairs bedroom. Whatever spark of chemistry that had been building between me and Peyton had gone away almost as quickly as it had started. Now DJ was re-entering my life with the added complication of one of her good friends dating Carter Sheridan. And on top of all that, I STILL hadn't gotten any closer to Kim or my baby boy.

Tri-Delt West was now down to one: Andie Holland. And from the way she held my face in her hands and stared at me with so much moisture in her eyes that it looked like she was about to cry, I realized that I was about to have one more complication to deal with.

"I love you, Ben," Andie said plainly and sincerely for the very first time to me. "I really, really love you."

I sighed, knowing that she would want to hear me return the sentiment, especially since my cock was still slowly deflating inside her semen-soaked vagina. But there was no way I could say those three words, and the expression on my face was all the answer she needed to know that.

Now Andie did start crying softly, and as she turned her face away from me, I bent and kissed her cheek as tenderly as I could manage. "I'm sorry, cutie."

Her lip quivered as she closed her eyes and tried to take deep breaths. It took her a little while to calm down, time during which my cock finally slipped from her pussy and I moved over to lie down beside her. She allowed me to cuddle her petite body against mine, and when I bent over to kiss her cheek again she said quietly, "I knew that, of course. You've said from the beginning that you don't want any serious relationships. It's just that I can't help but wonder if you simply don't want a serious relationship with me."

"It's not about you. You are wonderful and I appreciate it."

"It's because of my small boobs, isn't it?"

"Geez, Andie!" I sighed and shook my head. "Sasha and Jamie are both D-cups. Peyton's got a big rack too. I'm not with any of them, either. You're the only one in my bed with me, and I love your boobs." I emphasized the last part by reaching over and tweaking a nipple before tickling the underside.

Andie giggled at the sensation and batted my hand away. But a moment later she dropped into melancholy again and sighed. "Jamie's right. Things are starting to get real serious around here."

"Are you going to leave me too?" I asked quietly.

"What? No!" Andie spun around in my grasp and tilted her head up to look at me. "I'm staying right here until you kick me out, you got that?"

I arched an eyebrow. "Even without your partner in crime?"

Andie sighed. "It was nice having Jamie here, to have a ... teammate ... to help me try and keep up with you in this bed without worrying about her being a rival for your affections. We're good friends, and we'll stay good friends. But you know I'm in this bed for you, not for her."

"Well, yeah..."

"And besides, how could a girl ever feel bad about being able to go to sleep alone with you every night? Well ... except Thursdays ... but still, six out of seven nights sounds like heaven to me."

I chuckled. "Well maybe now you can talk Sasha into letting you stick around on Thursday nights too. Seriously, she's not much of a cuddler. After sex, she rolls to that side of the bed and stretches out, leaving me all by my lonesome."

"Oh, so that's why you won't date her."

I snorted, grinning at Andie's teasing smirk. But after a moment, I looked at her seriously and asked, "Are you really okay that you and I aren't like ... boyfriend/girlfriend? You give me so much of yourself, and I'm fully aware that you're in love with me even though just now was the first time you actually came out and said it. But I'm at a point in my life where I can't open my heart to anyone, not even if DJ came back to me. I've tried to make it clear that everything is casual, but at the same time I want to be fair to you."

"I'll take whatever I can get. I love you."

I sighed. "It would be better for you if you didn't."

"I can't help the way I feel," she whimpered quietly.

I tugged her against my chest and pecked her forehead. "I know, cutie. I know."

I exited my bedroom to find that Sasha's door was open, and a quick peek confirmed that she wasn't inside. Elyse's bedroom door, on the other hand, was closed. But I didn't want to bother them this early and instead went straight into the kitchen to start on breakfast.

Although I didn't have any classes in the morning, both Andie and Sasha did. Andie and I were both finished dressing and eating by the time I finally went and knocked on Elyse's door before going inside. Sure enough, Elyse was cuddled in Sasha's arms, and I felt bad for waking them. But with a sigh I rubbed Sasha's arm, and when she opened her eyes, I said quietly, "It's after nine. Do you want to stay here or get to class?"

She blinked and looked around for a clock, not realizing that the one on the nightstand was on the other side of the bed. But she took my word for it about the time and slowly extracted herself from Elyse's embrace, trying not to wake her.

Sasha was unsuccessful. Elyse stirred and opened her eyes, reflexively clutching Sasha in her arms before gaining enough consciousness to realize it. Then she let go and sighed.

"Sorry, E," Sasha said tenderly. "Gotta get to class, but Ben will be here with you."

Elyse nodded and rolled over the other way, clearly going back to sleep. Sasha and I exited the room and I closed the door behind us.

Andie had to leave while I heated up Sasha's breakfast, but she told me that she and some of the others would be dropping by in the afternoon to hang out and study. The house might not be Tri-Delt West anymore, but the girls were still welcome and of course I'd need someone to keep an eye on Elyse while Sasha and I had afternoon classes. Andie kissed me goodbye and skipped out the door.

A minute later, Sasha came downstairs fully-dressed and settled in for breakfast. We chatted for a bit, but mostly Sasha was in a hurry lest she be late for class. Twenty minutes later she was gone, and I spread out my books to try and get a little homework done since I hadn't done a single productive thing academically all weekend.

I didn't get much done then, either. Elyse emerged from her room fifteen minutes after Sasha left, and for the third time that morning I made breakfast for one of my female guests. Last semester, I'd had three roommates: Brooke, DJ, and Kim. Now, after a pretty crazy semester thus far, I was back to three roommates again, but the vibe around the house was considerably different with Andie, Sasha, and Elyse.

After her second night in my house, Elyse was starting to relax and get comfortable. She was calmer and less wary, as if the fear of getting kicked to the curb had started to wane. We chatted about schedules: who would be in the house to keep her company and when. She tried to apologize again for being an imposition, but as before I brushed off her concerns, and she didn't persist in her apologies quite as vigorously as before.

I asked Elyse about how well she got along with the Tri-Delts last night while I'd been at DJ's birthday party. She said she liked them, and that the girls had gone out of their way to be nice to her. Rather than dwell on the situation, Jocelyn had initiated a conversation that praised Elyse's beauty and segued into a discussion about fashion and accessories. They'd bantered about celebrity scandals and other fluff "girly" topics. And of course, all of the collected girls had a grand ole time gossiping about ME. The Tri-Delts shared all the rumors about the Big Ben reputation, up to and including the sex tape still on the internet with my rather high-profile supermodel Tri-Delt ex-girlfriend. None of them realized that Elyse and Adrienne had known each other, at least until she told them. After she did, of course, they all wanted to know what Adrienne and I were like in high school.

As a group, they all expressed quite the surprise that Elyse and I had never actually boinked, and Tonya had gone so far as to say, "Well honey, now here's your chance."

Elyse had blushed and brushed that aside. While she'd been willing to respond to questions and tell a few select stories about our time together in high school, she was still nervous around the group of newcomers. Truthfully, she was more comfortable observing as the Tri-Delts chattered a million-miles-a-minute, clinging to Sasha like a life preserver and literally going wherever she did. I didn't blame her. While Elyse had at least met Peyton, Andie, and Jamie, it was Sasha who'd been going out of her way to really connect with her. And my project teammate/stripper/lover had seemingly become the lifeline Elyse needed to get through her addictions.

Speaking of her addiction, I asked, "How are your withdrawal symptoms going? You said you've been clean for what, a week now? Are the physical cravings still hitting you?"

With her right hand, Elyse brushed her bangs over the top of her head and then behind an ear. Pulling one leg up onto the sofa and tucking the foot beneath her butt, she sighed and explained, "The physical addiction is less of an issue than the mental one. It's not so much that my body craves the meth so much as that when I get into certain moods, -I- crave the blissful energy meth can give me. Lately, meth was my escape from the harsh realities of daily existence, you know? But here ... in your home ... I haven't been facing those harsh realities. No threats from Carter to make me go without if I don't suck him off on cue. No threats from Jasper to beat my face in if I don't bend over, grab my ankles, and relax my asshole..."

She trailed off then, her eyes going glassy as she lost herself in the memories. I saw her lip quiver, but before she could sink any deeper, I quickly reached out and rubbed her shoulder while gently turning her cheek with my other hand so that she was facing me once again. "Hey ... hey ... We were just talking about how you're here. In my house. Where you're safe. Okay?"

It took a moment, but Elyse's eyes re-focused and she managed to give me a weak smile. "Right ... right ... Where was I?"

"Uh, harsh realities leading you to need meth as an escape."

Elyse sighed. "Well I don't face those harsh realities here, so the urgent, insistent NEED to get wired ... It hasn't really hit me yet. I'm hoping it never will. True, I'll never know if I've actually overcome the addiction until I have to face that all-consuming craving and find myself able to resist it. But I'm okay with not knowing that for the next few days, or weeks, or miracle of miracles, like a whole YEAR. Right now, all I'm trying to do is get through single days at a time without needing a fix."

"Well, when was the last time you took meth?"

"Saturday, a week ago. One of Carter's parties Jasper let me go to. He had an agreement with Carter about those."

I did the math in my head. "So you've gotten through eight full days already. Today makes nine."

She gave me a rueful head-shake. "The day isn't over yet."

"It will be soon. And then tomorrow will make ten, and Wednesday eleven. You'll see."

She sighed. "I hope so."

We hit a pause in the conversation, and I glanced over at the clock. It was after 11am.

"Hey, I usually have lunch around campus with my friends. Would you prefer to go out with me there or should I bring them to the house?"

Elyse took a deep breath as she thought about it and exhaled slowly. "I guess 'out' would be better. I have to admit: I'm a little scared about leaving this ... safe zone. But I can't stay cooped up in here forever."

I nodded. "Why don't you go get dressed and we'll head out in a half-hour."

"Who are we meeting? The Tri-Delts?"

I shook my head in the negative. "My friends. Sasha, for one."

Elyse visibly brightened at that.

"And Bert and Paige. Close friends I've had since freshman year. You'll like them. They're good people."

Elyse arched an eyebrow. "Do they know about my situation?"

"No, and since we'll be meeting in a public place, I won't mention it. Maybe we'll just say you're an old high school friend going through a rough patch and you're staying at my house for a little while. But eventually, yeah, I'm going to tell them."

Elyse sighed. "It's a little weird, like everybody is going to know that I'm a drug addict. Kinda hurts, actually, like I'm going to be pre-judged by all your friends. It's bad enough that half the Tri-Delt sorority knows."

"Not half the sorority. Believe me, the only ones who've met you have been some of my closest friends these last few months."

"Because you've been banging all of them these last few months."

I blushed, unable to really answer that. Instead, I took a deep breath and explained, "All of the people who'll know are also people I trust to help keep an eye on you and to help out of the goodness of their hearts without expecting anything in return. And really, the more you can socialize with normal people and start building a life without drugs in it, the better off you'll be."

"I guess..." Elyse took a deep breath, and she stretched her arms straight up in the air, which did wonderful things to her big tits unrestrained by a bra beneath her pajama top, especially since the top had a few buttons undone. I couldn't help but gawk for a moment, and noticing my stare, Elyse abruptly covered herself and blushed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I stammered immediately, closing my eyes, turning my head, and holding a hand palm out in apology. "I shouldn't have ogled you like that."

"No, don't be..." Elyse said softly, which caused me to open my eyes and look at her again. She shrugged and said, "Knowing that you've been nailing Sasha and Andie and Peyton and Jamie and all those other girls who came by the house last night ... Well ... It's kind of a relief to know you can still stare at me like that. Like I'm still a sexually-desirable woman ... Like I'm not ... damaged goods."

I shook my head firmly. "You're just a girl who needs a second chance, and I intend to make sure you get it."

A single tear rolled down Elyse's cheek. Impulsively, she darted forward, cupped her hand behind my ear, and pecked my cheek. And just as suddenly as she'd moved in, she got up and headed for her room.

"How are you doing, Benjamin?"

I looked up, my binder already halfway shoved into my messenger bag. Professor Isakova stood with perfect posture, her arms folded over her chest but a light smile on her lips.

I glanced over at Bert and Sasha, who shrugged, packed up their bags, and headed up the aisle toward the exits. By now, Viktoriya stopping me after class to chat was a common enough occurrence that I knew they'd wait for me outside. Everyone knew I was the professor's pet student, especially after Kim left. And speaking of Kim... "Used to be you always knew what was going on in my life," I replied with a sigh.

"Used to be..." she agreed, giving me a sad look. "Have you heard from her lately?"

"I did, actually. Just on Saturday morning. She's doing okay." I took a deep breath and then gave Viktoriya a helpless shrug. "She told me we're having a boy."

My professor smiled knowingly, a little too knowingly.

I frowned. "Wait, did Kim already tell you that?"

Viktoriya actually blushed, and she looked around the room to make sure no one else was in earshot. The last students were already twenty feet away and on their way out the doors. "Yes she did, yesterday. She also told me that she'd called you, but I didn't know if you had spoken to her again since then. Over the phone, Kim admitted her belief that you would ignore the ban on visiting and simply ... show up ... on her front door."

I sighed. "Yes, that would be my style. But something else came up."

"Something more important than reuniting with the mother of your child?" Viktoriya's eyebrow arched.

I grimaced. "Not more important, just more urgent."

"Care to share?"

"Not really. It's nothing you can really help with, not this time."

"If you say so."

Now it was my turn to arch an eyebrow. "So Kim has still been in contact with you?"

Viktoriya nodded. "Yes, from time to time. Sometimes she does not take my calls, but sometimes she does. Other times she calls me, mostly to ask about you."

"Huh..." I stewed on that.

Viktoriya gave me a reassuring smile. "You are not the only one who wants what is best for her, and you are not the only one who believes that what is best is being with you."

I smirked. "You're on my side?"

"Of course, Benjamin. Kim loves you and wants you to protect her and her baby. It is what SHE wants, so of course I am on your side."

Frowning, I shook my head. "I'm not so sure that's what SHE wants. She told me point blank: if forced to choose between me and her dad, she chooses him."

"He has been the controlling influence in her life for her ENTIRE life. It is not easy to shake free of a parent's direction, let alone when one has the submissive personality that Kim does." Viktoriya now reached out and touched my arm. "But do not forget what lengths Kim herself went to, the things she did to work her way back into your life. She will obey her father, but ... what is the phrase ... when push comes to shove, she will still follow her heart."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

I sighed, my shoulders unknotting just a little bit at Viktoriya's encouragement. "Thanks, Professor."

"Viktoriya," she corrected me with a smile.

I glanced behind me, making sure the room was empty, and I briefly darted in and kissed her lips.

She returned it tenderly before pulling away and smiling. "All in good time, Benjamin."

"Good time?"

"Today you are still my student, no? But someday, you will not."

I chuckled and shook my head. "I guess we'll see. In the meantime, it's good to know somebody else is still talking to Kim and is on my side."

She nodded but then gave me a stern look. "Don't wait too long. Kim's father may have ordered you to stay away, but Kim herself expects you to still show up. Don't disappoint her."

I grinned. "I won't."

And then I left.

Bert, Sasha, and I left Cheit Hall and started the walk for home. We swung by Sather Gate to pick up Paige, and the four of us arrived at the house ready to make dinner.

Elyse had beaten us to it. She was already in the kitchen, apron on while mixing something in a big pot on the range. And she wasn't alone.

Although Tri-Delt West was now officially over, there had still been several sorority girls hanging around my house all afternoon. Jocelyn and Tonya had been explicitly put in charge of Elyse while Bert, Sasha, and I were in class, and Andie had also beaten us home.

Back when DJ and I first broke up, Jocelyn, Andie, and Tonya had been the handpicked three Tri-Delt pledges I'd screwed so they could win their Pledge Mistress' bounty. It had everything to do with sex and nothing to do with friendship, at least at the time. Now, more than two years later, the three of them were in my kitchen assisting an ex-drug addict they'd never met before yesterday.

The girls weren't just interchangeable fuck-buddies anymore. They'd become my friends.

Just then, Andie noticed us and she beamed at me while brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. And as I recognized the look of adoration in her eyes, I realized that some of them had become more than friends to me.

They were special. At least, Andie was special.

And Sasha was special.

And Kim was special.

And my list didn't even stop there. Adrienne would always be special. Then there was Brooke to still consider. Now DJ was starting to let me back into her life. Hell, Dawn was still out there somewhere.

And Elyse was still in my house.

Like I always said: it's complicated.

It was mid-April now. Graduation was barely more than a month away. By then, everything would change.

If only I knew HOW things would change.

I hung back from the scene, watching as Bert and Paige greeted Elyse warmly, going out of their way to make her feel welcome after our successful lunchtime meeting earlier in the day. Sasha immediately started chatting with Andie, the pair of them having become quite close over the last several weeks. And Jocelyn and Tonya sauntered over to me, no doubt to flirt and drop a few innuendoes about how even though Tri-Delt West was officially over, their interest in me hadn't waned. This was the life I had come to know by now. This was what had become comfortable for me. But there were only four weeks of school left, and then finals, and then graduation and moving on.

Buckle your seatbelt, dude. It's gonna be a wild ride and I can't wait to see how it all ends.

-- THURSDAY, APRIL 20, 2006, SENIOR YEAR --

I felt something tickle my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

"Mmph!" a girl moaned and I realized I'd just shoved my dick an inch into somebody's throat. She couldn't quite take it, gagging before pulling off my prick and coughing. And I quickly opened my eyes to look down and make sure my mystery fellatrix was doing alright.

The face looking back at me was both familiar and not. Her cheeks were a little pudgier and the hair was darker, but my not-yet-fully-awake brain told me that Andie Holland should have no trouble taking my cock into her throat.

Only then did I realize that it couldn't be Andie hovering over my prick, since Andie was still asleep next to me. And that's when I finally remembered that Andie's freshman little sister Kirstie had joined us last night and slept over.

"I'm sorry," Kirstie mumbled, still coughing while gamely trying to keep stroking my dick with both hands.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to thrust so deep," I apologized as I came more awake and began to sit up.

Since her head was pillowed on my shoulder, Andie felt my motion and flicked her eyes open. She first looked up at my face with a beatific smile before glancing down my body and seeing her little sister jacking my morning wood with both hands. And then she noticed her sister's tears. "What's wrong?" she mumbled with a frown.

I winced. "Choked her a bit when I woke up."

"I can do it," Kirstie insisted, plunging her mouth down and trying to push me into her throat.

"Breathe through your nose. Relax your gag reflex..." Andie intoned as she sat up and moved closer to Kirstie.

"She doesn't have to," I said, sitting up as well.

"Then I'll do it," Andie suggested.

I chuckled and said, "The point of the morning BJ is to wake me up, and that part's accomplished now."

Andie batted her eyelashes at me and gave me her best puppy dog look, which was a very good impression indeed. "So you're saying you don't want us to bend over, slather our tongues up both sides of your shaft at the same time before letting me deep-throat you while my little sister sucks on your balls?"

I chuckled and shrugged. "As great as that sounds, I'd rather be able to do something for you girls at the same time."

The Holland sisters shared a smile and then looked back at me. "So how do you want us?" Andie asked. "Bent over on all fours side-by-side so you can switch back and forth between us? Or how about stacked on top of each other? We can get the lube out of the drawer and you can buttfuck me while we get into an incestuous sixty-nine. That is, unless Kirstie here wants to finally lose her anal cherry."

"Uh, no ... not yet..." Kirstie held her hands up immediately with a nervous look on her face.

"C'mon, sis. You have NO idea how great it feels to have Ben's cock up your ass. So filled ... so fulfilled ... it's incredible..."

"Uh ... I just don't think--"

"C'mon, Kirstie! We've been talking about it for like two weeks and you GOTTA try it!"

"Andie..." Kirstie whimpered.

"For me? Make him happy for me?" Andie pleaded.

"Girls, girls," I interrupted. "Nobody is doing anything they're not ready for, alright?"

"But I want you happy," Andie protested.

I chuckled. "I AM happy, cutie. MORE than happy to wake up with you in my bed every morning, period. Alright? And it's a bonus to have you, Kirstie, with us today as well. But the quickest mood-killer is pressure, and that's not happening. Now we've got a little bit of time before we've got to get to class, so how about we all make sure everybody is properly satisfied before we leave this bed, huh?"

Andie didn't respond except to suddenly rush into my arms and seal her lips over mine. Her kiss tackled me onto my back, and her tongue delved into my mouth with fierce passionate need that immediately took my breath away. Moments later, she pulled back just enough to rip her pajama top over her head and toss it aside. And right before she pressed her turgid pink nipple to my lips, she turned to Kirstie and barked, "Climb on and squeeze that tight pussy around his fat dick!"

I laughed around a mouthful of tit as Kirstie did as ordered, climbing aboard and sinking her tight teenage twat around my upright shaft before removing her own pajama top. And once I sighed while savoring the heavenly sensation of a pussy-wrapped prick, I reached for Andie's waist to tug her over my face.

But she resisted, pushing my hands away before looking down at me with even fiercer intensity in her stormy brown eyes. And with raised eyebrows, she stated firmly, "I love you, and I intend to make sure you never forget it. This morning is about your satisfaction, and only when I'm convinced you've gotten it will -I- be satisfied, capisce?"

I smirked and nodded my head. And with a sudden burst of power, I rolled myself over, dislodging Kirstie from my cock before planting Andie face-down on the mattress beneath me. Before Andie could even finish squealing in surprise, I shoved my cock into her cunt from behind, turning her squeal into a scream. And then holding myself at full depth, I leaned over and growled into her ear. "New plan: I fuck you both blind and refuse to believe that either of you is satisfied until you're both unconscious and drooling and leaking my sperm. And only then will -I- be satisfied ... capisce?"

Already breathing hard, Andie giggled and nodded, and she clamped down her inner muscles around my imbedded rod.

I grinned and then glanced over at Kirstie, saying, "Oh yeah, go ahead and get the bottle of lube out from the nightstand. I won't use it on you, but hey ... Andie DID just say how 'fulfilled' she felt to have my cock up her ass, didn't she?"

Kirstie blushed and went to do as ordered.

I thrust forward a final time, grunting my orgasm into Andie's ear as a quart of spunk flowed out of me and into her gaping colon. Bent over on all fours beneath me, she shuddered in final orgasm before her body abruptly went limp and she collapsed face-down on the mattress, already out cold.

Sitting back on my heels, I felt the steam rise off my sweaty body into the cool, morning spring air, and with a smirk I surveyed my bed.

To my right, Kirstie was out cold and flat on her back, limbs askew and creamy jism still trickling out from her red-worn pussy, since I'd prohibited Andie from sucking out the creampie. And now that big sister slumbered, creamy jism trickling from her body as well, I nodded and pronounced myself "satisfied".

Climbing off the bed, I let the Holland sisters sleep a little longer while I went into the bathroom to clean up. Once I was finished, I returned to get dressed and wake the girls so they could get started on their mornings. When Andie stirred, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me to her for a tender kiss before murmuring, "That was awesome. I love you so much..."

"I know. That was great, cutie. Thank you."

She smiled before closing her eyes and dropped her head back onto the pillow for a little longer.

I figured I'd start breakfast for everyone, so I left my bedroom and immediately noticed that Sasha's door was open. A quick peek confirmed that she wasn't inside, per usual. Downstairs, Elyse's bedroom door was closed, per usual. Ever since Elyse had moved in with us, the two had slept together in there, and ordinarily I'd let them sleep while I made breakfast. But Sasha had an early class on Thursdays, so I knew I should wake her now rather than let her sleep in and potentially be late for class.

I turned the knob as quietly as I could, hoping that I might be able to wake Sasha and get her to slip out while letting Elyse get all the rest she could. Poking my head in, I expected to find the pair cuddled in the darkness. I certainly did NOT expect to find Sasha fully naked and sitting upright, her arms above her so that she could hold onto the top of the headboard with her knees in the air and Elyse's face pressed against her crotch.

"Oh, shit!" I grunted in surprise.

Sasha's eyes flashed open as she jerked her head around to me while simultaneously covering her naked breasts with her arms. At the same time, Elyse picked her head up out of Sasha's lap, the entire lower half of her face glistening with moisture that reflected the light from the table lamp. Both girls seemed in absolute shock to have been caught in flagrante delicto.

Wide-eyed, it took me a few extra seconds to get over my shock, seconds during which Sasha and Elyse had time enough to look at each other with matching deer-in-the-headlights expressions. But eventually I managed to regain enough presence of mind to back out through the doorway, and I firmly closed the door in front of me.

Okay ... Sasha is up. Guess that means I can start on breakfast.