The fact that the apartment was aligned to the east meant that the sun came through the windows of both Mark and Chris room at the same time. Which meant that Reba and Cassie woke up at roughly the same time. And both noticed that they where alone in bed. And that something was smelling good, especially in their ravished state after being fucked all night.
So they both stumbled into the living room at roughly the same time, to find their respective boyfriends (and in Reba's case, brother), standing in the kitchen dressed only in shorts, with the radio blasting at a level that was completely unacceptable for the early morning, and arguing in the way they always seemed to be, even though they would finish each others sentences.
"The two of you sound like old women." Reba shook her head, and dropped into one of the chairs at the dining table, while Cassie decided the couch, with Cartoon Network on the TV before it, looked like a better idea.
"We cook like it, too. With lots of greens."
"For breakfast? God, Mark you are disgusting." The boys shook their heads, and went back to arguing about guns, one of the things they could fight about for days. Reba in the meanwhile decided it was time to compare notes, and joined Cassie on the couch.
"So, spill it."
"You first."
"Whatever, he's my brother, I want to know what he does."
"Shouldn't you not want to know?"
"Don't get smart with me, bitch." The clanging of plates from interrupted their laughter, and they joined the guys for breakfast.
"Cassie, your mom called this morning. She said you had to be back by 12, your dad wants to go do something or another. I'll take you after we are done. Assuming you clean up, and earn me taking you." She gave him the finger, something he was quick to explain was inexplicably rude.
After brunch, Chris and Reba retreated towards the showers first, and not wanting to strain the hot water supply, Mark decreed he would help clean up.
"Thanks."
"Hey, I don't have to do this. I screwed you, fed you, and took you out last night. My glass is full."
"Fuck you."
"Yeah, did that, too." He walked up behind her, and wrapped his arms around the young girl, kissing the back of her neck, and squeezing her tight.
"Love you, babe." She leaned back against him, and closed her eyes. His hands slowly began to slide across her body, one going up, one going down.
The top one got there first, cupping her left tit, and squeezing it gently. The left was quick to catch up, sliding into her panties, and caressing her shaven mound. His middle finger was first to enter, and found her clit the second it did. Pressing down gently, his index finger followed, and together they began to squeeze in that rhythm she had fallen in love with last night. His right was not idle, though.
First it dashed down again, then up under her shirt. Making contact with her nipple, he squeezed, twisted, pinched, and pulled on it. Her moans turned him on even more, and he could not stop any more then he could change the weather.
Her hands grabbed the countertop, knuckles turning white. Her feet pressed apart, and his body surged forward, his crotch grinding into her ass. Another moan pressed past her lips, as his teeth closed down on her neck, dragging up and down the tender skin.
"Don't do this to..." His fingers closed down on her clit, as another one pushed into her, filling her, and teasing her lips, cutting of her voice, as she began to fall. She knew the feeling by now, and did not fight it anymore. His fingers, in her pussy, his teeth on her neck, everything combined to form the maelstrom she was in love with.
Slowly his fingers opened her up, and began to massage, stimulate, and tease her clit. His middle finger began to rotate in pressure circles, and her hips went with them. Then he slowly pushed past it, and found something...different! And it felt good! His finger began to press on whatever it was, and suddenly she could not hold it back anymore. Her lips rolled up first into a kiss, then a moan, and ended in a short squeak, as she orgasmed all over his hand.
His teeth closed down on her neck, and his body bent at the waist, pressing her tits down on the counter. One hand gripped her panties, and ripped them away, as he held her down with one hand. Squeezing her clit with one final thrust, he spread her lips out, and pressed his hard cock all the way into her. His hands slipped up her body, squeezed her tits, and gripped her.
Their moans grew in unison, as he began to pump in and out, harder and faster with each thrust. Pulling out almost all the way, he rammed back in, the head of his cock spreading out her lips every time, and dragging across her most sensitive parts. Kissing the back of her neck, his teeth dragged across her spine, as he felt the familiar tightness come on. Cassie could feel it as well, and pushed herself back against him. Then she tried the one piece of advice that Reba had been able to impart. She did not really know what she was doing, but she squeezed.
Mark did not know what she was doing either, except all of a sudden he was feeling heady, and could not hold back any longer. With one hard thrust, he exploded in her, feeling his cum splash into her womb, as his body collapsed over her. His tongue began to gently lick her sweat off, as his arms wrapped her up, and cuddle her tight.
"What where you just doing?" Cassie was still breathless, and the weight of her boyfriend on top of her was not helping the cause.
"Fucking you."
"Besides that, smart ass."
"Thinking of which other friends of Reba I might want to run up in." Cassie tried to kick him and push up, but he was stronger.
"No, I mean with your fingers."
"Oh...that's my secret. Ask Reba, maybe she knows." Standing up, he lead her towards the showers, singing some song about a G thing.
*****
When they first moved in, Mark and Chris had decided that since Chris hated cleaning more then just about anything, he would have the second bedroom, and the bathroom attached to it, since it was smaller. After breakfast, he carried, pushed, dragged Reba that way, as they undressed each other, starved for each other as if they had been apart for years, not hours spent sleeping.
Once they got into the bathroom, Reba first lit several candles she had scattered across the counter top on her last visit, then they turned off the light, and climbed into the shower. Their naked flesh collided under the hot water, and Chris pushed her up against the wall, picking her up, and dragging her back up the cold tiles. His hands went under her ass, and he squeezed it, as his tongue invaded her mouth.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding herself up, as her legs tightened their grip on his hips. Pushing herself up the wall, she let him switch to her tits, which he inhaled, sucking on her left nipple, biting it gently, then switching to the right one. His teeth held the nipple, while his tongue flicked it. Reaching down with one hand, she grabbed a hold of his hardness, and slowly guided it up to her wet slit.
Their lips meet again, and he pushed her up. Their eyes meet, and he dropped her down onto himself, impaling her on himself. Her cry filled the room, as the light from the candles flickering their shadows against the wall.
Two tongues wrestled for dominance in the opposing mouth, as Chris began to bounce her off his hips. Her groans and moans drove higher and higher, as his fingers began to press against her ass. Alternating fingers between pressure on her ass, while he pounded into her. He knew it would not take long, he could feel her clit throbbing against his cock.
Reba herself could not believe how fast it was going, as her back was smashed up against the wall again, again, again, his cock driving into her like a piston, working in and out like a engine in overdrive. She threw her head back as it became to much, orgasm exploding through her body, and her voice rising to crescendo along with her body.
But he did not stop. Her orgasm only drove him higher, and he really began to hammer into her now. She screamed again, as he smashed his hips against her. Her fingernails left trails of red on his back, as she clawed for control over her body, but not finding it. His head came up, smacking hers back against the wall, and his tongue pressed into her mouth, savagely taking a kiss from her. She knew he was close, and squeezed herself down on him. His body seemed to spasm, as his head flew back, and he screamed like a crazed animal, his orgasm surging from his brain to his nuts, and shooting into her in a torrent of cum. Reba came again, as she was flooded with his cum. Her scream mingled with his, as her body collapsed atop his. Gently he eased her to the floor, wrapping her up in his arms. Holding tight, they kissed and caressed each other, their eyes meeting, and conveying the message only teenagers can see.
"I'm gonna have Mark beat your ass."
"What?" His eyes locked open in surprise.
"My head hurts like crazy." Her hands caressed his face, and they kissed.
"I mean god, Chris, you are a damn good lay, and for a first, I don't think I could have picked a better, but try not to damage the goods to much." He pulled her into his lap, and cradled her like a little child.
"I'm sorry baby, you ok?" Softly he kissed from her face to the back of her head, and held her tight.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She smiled as she buried her head in his chest. He picked her up, and began to wash her, wondering just what about her it was that made him go crazy when he fucked her.
*****
Cassie had always loved the way Mark drove. Ever since he had had his license, and been assigned the task of driving around Reba, and her friends when necessary, she was fascinated by the stone faced way he would sit in the driver seat, only his eyes, hands, and feet moving, while the car would smoothly shift from lane to lane, sliding around other cars, flipping front to back, left-right, in a smooth flow that he always described as "water-over-rocks."
Which was one of the reasons she was in such a state of bliss as the jet black Camaro pulled into the street, the engine roaring, and that rap music that Mark was so enchanted with blaring out of the customized sound system. The T tops where down, and the wind whistled through her hair as he smoothly crossed across the lane to go left, then left again at the intersection, and let the engine howl as they shot down the Highway.
"What does your dad want to do?"
"I don't know. You gonna be home later?"
