For The Love Of A T Shirt

It was Marlei's first day off in weeks, and she was relishing in the idea of having some time alone before Anita came barging in. Pulling doubles at The Caffeine Fiend wasn't her idea of a career, but life is really fucking expensive. Plus, when your girlfriend's career choice happened to be freelance photography, and she also had an open dislike of babies and "commercial weddings", it made for a small income.

Marlei reached over to the destressed coffee table and picked up her laptop.

"Sorry old man." She lovingly stroked the worn and letter-naked keys, "But I plan on pushing you to the limit today. I'm alone and my favorite porn site thinks I've abandoned it."

The laptop sputtered as it slowly woke up. By this point, Marlei had already lifted one side of her V-neck tee and had begun to pinch the taut nipple. The smell of laundry softener and pheromones filled her nose as she stretched the waist band to her yoga pants. She combed the thick bush of curls that concealed her hot, moist cunt.

Bryson, Marlei's brother, used the spare key to enter his sister's apartment. He knew she'd be at work, so he planned to spend the day being a freeloader and using her Wi-Fi. The bruised and dimpled brass doorknob had begun to giggle and with a forced shove from his shoulder, the front door gave way. He had been wrong about his sister being at work; oh boy had he been wrong.

Marlei startled, and she quickly yanked her hand from her yoga pants and, much to her chagrin, a hand full of pubes as well.

"Goddammit Bryson!" she screamed, "Why the fuck are you even here?"

"Apparently to catch you in the act," he blushed and ran a hand through his mop of ebony curls.

"Don't you have a place to live?" Marlei slammed her laptop shut, stood, and placed a hand on her hip. Bryson pointed to her breast; she had forgotten to cover it in her haste and snatched the shirt down.

"I just needed a break from Kevin." Bryson walked into the tiny kitchen and searched the cabinets for coffee grounds and the filters.

Kevin and Bryson had been friends since high school and had ended up going to the same community college. Kevin was everything that Bryson wasn't. Kevin was well built with broad shoulders, well-groomed, closely cropped hair, charming, and courteous. The only category Bryson had him beat was the fact the Kevin was shorter. They were completely inverse, and the older they got the more it grated on Bryson's nerves.

"Are those fucking yoga pants?" Bryson turned to look at his older sister as he leaned back to make sure he didn't catch his forehead on the corner of the cabinet door.

"MmHm," Marlei bent down, picked up her laptop, and frowned, "Thanks to you, I think I finally killed it." The laptop had most definitely seen better days.

"Lei." Bryson looked at her wryly, "That thing would've needed to die to get better anyways." He looked back down, changed the filter in the coffee pot, and filled it with grinds.

Marlei raised her hand and gave him the finger.

"Now that we've addressed the fact that as next of kin to that laptop, you need to start making funeral arrangements. Can we get back to the fact that you live in yoga pants?"

The coffee pot started percolating, though it sounded sick and like it was about to follow Marlei's laptop beyond the veil.

"What is there to discuss, Bryson?" Marlei flopped back on the couch. "How the fuck am I going to be able to afford another laptop?"

"They aren't pants, Lei." He backed away from the counter, "And call Dad; he'll by you a new one.

Marlei squinted her hazelnut colored eyes at her brother, "For one, I am NOT calling Dad and TWO if I wanna LIVE in goddamn yoga pants, it's my prerogative."

"You can't live in yoga pants, Marlei." Bryson had just finished making his coffee and leaned against the counter.

"Annnnnd why the hell not?" Marlei looked at her brother with indignation.

"They aren't real pants, Lei." Bryson rolled his eyes at her.

"They are too! Look, they cover my legs completely, come in a fuckton of colors, and I have full range of motion." Marlei stood up and swung each leg around like a sumo wrestler. "Fucking fight me."

"Was that a dare or..." Bryson let his sentence die while trying, and failing, not to laugh.

"I swear to God you have zero shame." Anita walked by and gave Marlei a chaste kiss. Anita had just barreled through the front door of the apartment. She was like that, always in a rush and appearing to be late for something. Some days it made Marlei smile and others it irritated the shit out of her; today was the latter.

Anita and Marlei's relationship had been the exact definition of getting straight to the point. "Marlei was working the opening shift at The Caffeine Fiend when she saw Anita. She stood at the door, arms crossed, foot tapping, and occasionally glancing at her watch. Anita reminded Marlei of the white rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. Marlei stopped wiping down the counter and let her in twenty minutes before opening.

"Come here often?" Marlei flirted. Anita just took out her phone and began to scroll through her emails.

"Coffee. Black. Actually, do you have a pot you accidently burned?" Anita rattled off.

"I don't make a habit of burning coffee. But I'll make your coffee black. Sugar?" Marlei made her way back behind the counter.

Anita finally looked up from her phone long enough to catch a glimpse of the caramel beauty behind the counter.

"I would ask if you'd like to grab a coffee but well, fuck you're making it right now," Anita spoke up. Marlei smiled without turning to look at Anita, all the while keeping her hands busy.

"Look." Marlei turned around and saved Anita from putting her foot further into her mouth, "You seem like the type that likes to get straight to the point because you don't seem to have time for much else. Am I right?"

Anita nodded and put her phone away.

"I get off at three." Marlei wrote her name and number on a napkin and slid it across the counter to Anita, "If you're interested, text me. I'll send you my address, come by and I'll fuck you good enough to clear your schedule for the rest of the day. And if you're not interested, then I'll still let you in early and have your dark roast ready, and it'll be like nothing happened."

Anita looked for a trace of humor in Marlei's face and found none. Anita took the napkin, texted Marlei, and then promptly cleared her schedule for the rest of the day.

"That still doesn't negate the fact that my yoga pants are still pants!" Marlei called after Anita.

"This conversation is so disappointing." Bryson held his "I'd Rather Be Dead" mug to his lips.

"Your mom is disappointing," Marlei halfheartedly retorted before throwing herself back down onto the old futon.

After taking a sip, a smile pulled at the corners of Bryson's mouth. "You are totally aware of the fact that we have the same mother, right?"

"Yeeeeessss," Marlei rolled her eyes and let her head fall back, her black French bob pooling around her ears. "You know you can always go back to your own apartment." Marlei gave her little brother a pointed look.

It was like that with Marlei and Bryson, to an outsider it seemed as though they never got along. Bryson always made snide remarks about Marlei's choice of hairstyle and color. In the end, it never stopped him from taking his sister's side when their father started in on her about her sexuality. When Marlei brought home her first girlfriend, it had been a bit of a fiasco, mainly because their parents had thought the girls were working on a school project. Turns out, it wasn't a total lie; it was anatomy. Nonetheless, Bryson and Marlei's mom had walked in on the girls. Low and behold there was Marlei, face first and tonsil deep in Elizabeth Haron's lady bits.

"And yet still the mom joke eh?" Bryson put the mug down and pulled at the Bob Ross t-shirt Marlei and Anita had given him two Christmases ago. He stepped over the "go the fuck home" comment his sister had just made.

"They're fighting again." Anita appeared from Marlei's room, her pendulous breasts bobbing as she pulled a pillaged t-shirt over her head and migrated to the coffee pot. "Ooo, coffee."

"Sooo, we're just gonna ignore the fact that you're wearing my Tori Amos shirt?" Marlei spoke to the ceiling.

"Does it really matter?" Anita looked at Bryson. "Is this burnt?" She pointed to the coffee pot.

"Yes, because your massive tits always stretch my shit out," Marlei pouted.

"Yeah," Bryson ignored his sister, "black as your soul, burnt as your cooking." He smiled at Anita.

"Be still my heart." Anita put a hand to her chest in mock flattery before turning to the above cabinet and grabbing her Care Bear mug.

"Still getting ignored over here," Marlei whined, picking her arms up and letting them fall with a melodramatic flop.

"Look," Anita turned to her, her shoulder length blond and blue hair briefly twirling like a skirt, "you don't even wear the fucking thing."

"Looks better on you anyways." Bryson mumbled to himself.

"Bryson!" Marlei lifted her head, specifically to glare at her brother.

He let out an outburst of laughter before putting his hand over his mouth. Anita used her free hand to cover her mouth, in order to muffle her own laughter.

Marlei got up from the 15yr old futon and made her way into the kitchen.

The galley kitchen wasn't a particularly large space, nor an aesthetically pleasing one. The floor was a hideous, tricolored terrazzo scarred with scuffs that supported avocado colored cabinets framed in eggshell white. Warped laminate countertops housed a double-sided stainless-steel sink with water stains freckling the metal lining. Anita tried to liven the place up making, and failing, to brighten up the narrow corridor-like room. She'd laid down gypsy rugs and matching multicolored hand towels which hung from the faux wood handle on the off- white oven. To make matters worse, it seemed as though all of the appliances had to have been born sometime in the 1940s. Needless to say, nothing shy of a match would be able to alleviate the eyesore that was their kitchen.

Lack of space aside, Marlei pushed past her brother and wedged herself between one of the avocado counter tops and Anita. Still trying to suppress a laugh, Anita attempted to hide her face behind her mug. Staring at her blankly, Marlei slid a salted caramel hand up under Anita's skirt coaxing Anita's thick thighs apart. Anita immediately stopped laughing, Bryson caught glimpses of the two from his peripheral.

Marlei's fingers roamed until they found the edge of Anita's panties hiding in the crease of her groin. Marlei pulled the panties to one side, allowing her hand to cup Anita's warm cunt.

"Still think it's funny?" Marlei raised a brow. Anita nodded slightly with a coy smile on her face. Marlei pulled her hand back and gave Anita's cunt a hard smack, Anita jumped, as did the coffee in her mug.

Bryson could feel his cock growing hard in his jeans, and he decided to move to the futon. He wanted to see where this was going.

"And now?" Marlei asked again while using her index and middle finger to probe between Anita's folds and to stroke her clit in a clockwise motion. Anita let out a sigh and Marlei stopped.

"No, ma'am," Anita answered in a frenzy. Marlei grinned at her answer and allowed her fingers to return to the clockwise motions. Anita's hips began to rock involuntarily against Marlei's cupped palm.

By now, Bryson had placed his mug down on the old salvaged coffee table, his left hand rubbing at his cock, which was visible through his jeans. He bit his lip, very aware that one of the two women in this scenario was his sister. Even with that in mind his cock was unrelenting, his jeans no longer comfortable.

Marlei continued to stroke and massage Anita's inner folds while she knelt down in front of her.

"Turn around," Marlei spoke with a husky voice.

"Bryson is still here," Anita whispered as she turned around and bent over.

Marlei lifted Anita's skirt exposing the swollen inner layers of Anita's dripping cunt. Like a starved and depraved vagabond, Marlei leaned forward and buried her face between Anita's lips, lapping up Anita's excitement. Anita tasted of the sweet release that Marlei had no intentions of giving her.

Anita could feel the long strokes of Marlei's tongue beginning at her clit and working their way up towards the entrance of her hungry cunt. She lifted the Tori Amos shirt over her head, let it pool to the floor and began to pinch her taut nipples, rolling them between thumb and index finger, her wine- colored lips forming the shape of an 'O' but never uttering a sound. Anita's head fell forward, and that caused her blonde and blue hair to create a technicolor curtain, which shrouded her aroused expression.

Bryson's eyes widened at the sight of his sister's face buried in Anita's cunt, any cunt for that matter. In a trance- like state, Bryson unbuttoned his jeans and freed his cock. Cum already glittering at the tip, he took himself in hand and began to violently stroke. It was at this point that he no longer saw his sister but two buxom women in throws of passion. 'Passion? Christ Almighty, Bryson . Get it together; your sister is eating her girlfriend's cunt and forgotten you're here. This isn't passion; it's a fucking porn cliché,' he thought to himself, yet couldn't be bothered to stop himself from jerking off either.

Anita relented and stopped teasing her nipples in order to fully brace herself against the countertop. In an attempt to form her next sentence, Anita realized her mouth tasted like expletives and coffee grounds.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Lei." Anita wanted to scream but could only choke the words out instead.

Anita could feel the fullness of an orgasm begin to coil up in her belly, like a large copperhead. Her heart seemed to be in a relay race with her lungs to keep oxygen circulating through her veins as Marlei lapped, tickled, and plundered. She rocked back and forth on Marlei's face, shameless in her wanton, Anita released a sob of a moan. Marlei answered her in kind with a muffled growl before giving her a solid smack on the ass. When she thought she could no longer handle the tightening in her abdomen, Anita stepped closer to the edge of a climax. Anita's whole body prepared for the freefall into the realm ecstasy, then nothing. She could no longer feel Marlei's warm breath or the long broad stroke of her skillful tongue. Anita simply felt the slap of cold air and an unyielding urge to cry.

Bryson watched carefully as his sister stood and pulled her own t-shirt off, exposing her plush stomach and large soft breasts with dark areolas before returning to the sweet nectar pooling between Anita's thighs. The sight of his sister's partial nakedness should have made him go limp and, at the very least, unnerved him. Yet Bryson continued to stoke his erect cock at a vigorous pace, moans and words escaped his mouth in the form of grunts and syllables He watched Marlei's breasts sway and lift as she gathered one of the shirts off the floor and pulled it down over her head. He was confused, but at this point his cock was spasming, jumping about in his hand, and it was too late to stop the stream of cum that began to run down his hand and onto his fist as the realization hit.

With every second that passed, Marlei diligently caressed and catered to Anita's clit, edging her closer and closer to the point of no return.. All the while keeping her own desires in check, she had also caught on to her brother jerking off on the sofa instead of leaving. The moment Anita's body began to quake, and her legs tried to give out, Marlei immediately stopped, stood, and put on her stolen Tori Amos shirt. Flipping her bob back into place and fixing her bangs, Marlei moved around a stunned Anita to retrieve her "Zen As Fuck" mug and poured herself some coffee.

"What the fuck was that?" Anita's voice caught in her throat, fixing her skirt after looking up and realizing the escapade was over because Marlei had her mug to her lips and was blowing on the hot coffee.

"Looks like Bryson got there." Marlei nodded in his direction. His face flushed crimson as both women looked directly at him with his now shriveling cock still in his hand, gleaming like an active volcano that had released nothing but high-gloss opaque snow.

"Now, what were you two fuckheads saying about my shirt looking better on anyone else?" Marlei gripped her mug with both hands and displayed a smug smiled.