Day 7
Shannon's eyes popped open suddenly. She could feel her cheek resting on someone's skin. Daylight illuminated the room and refracted off long strands of red hair that lay over her eyes. She could feel a dull ache between her legs. Her left arm was underneath her, completely numb from lack of blood flow.
She looked down and saw it was a male chest that her head was resting on. Her right hand flew to her face and felt high cheekbones and creamy skin and no beard. Her hand went up and got tangled in curly red hair. She pulled it free and felt along her neck downward, finally cupping a firm breast and feeling her nipple contract. She jerked away from the body she was laying on and fell off the couch to the floor with a yell.
Sean woke at the noise and sat up. He looked down at his naked body, morning wood showing he had to pee badly. No breasts! He clasped his hands together and felt calluses and strength, then he hugged himself. "Thank God!" he exclaimed.
He looked down and saw Shannon sitting on the floor, also naked, hair falling everywhere, rubbing her left arm, tears running down her face. "Are you ok?"
She looked up at him, "I am soooo fucking ok, now, you have no idea!" She laughed, eyes gleaming through the tears. "You fell asleep on top of my arm, though. Ow, that tingles."
"We did it, sis. I can't believe it!"
She blushed at the unintentional double entendre. "Thank god it worked, but we still don't know why it happened in the first place."
She felt a bit self-conscious now, especially with Sean's penis still half-erect and his gorgeous nude body only two feet away. She looked around for her clothes. "I guess you could call last night the ultimate drunken hookup. You'd better go pee, I know how that feels."
He grinned and headed for the bathroom, but paused to look back at her naked body. They stared at each other for a long moment, and then turned away.
Shannon gathered her clothes and headed for her room. She reveled in the lightness and balance and supple grace of her body. Wow, did I miss this, she thought. The redhead dug around in her room for some clothes and cleaned up a bit since she could still hear Sean in the shower.
Why was there a jog bra and shorts under the bed? She went to her underwear drawer and noticed things disturbed and her favorite peach lingerie missing. She checked the hamper and found the missing stuff there. She sniffed her panties and found they smelled strongly of her own juices. What the hell?
Wearing only her small robe, Shannon marched into the bathroom with the underwear in hand. Sean was just toweling off from the shower.
"Sean?"
He looked up and instantly was aroused at the sight of her legs and cleavage. "Um, hey," he carefully wrapped his midsection. "Try knocking next time, I might have been busy in here getting to know myself again, so to speak."
"Yeah, I know, the damn thing wants constant attention."
"Oh, you do? And did you give it some?" his arousal was getting worse as they talked about it, tenting the towel.
"Well, I guess I did, once or twice." Shannon blushed, but then countered. "Want to explain these?" she held up the panties.
"Oh, I, uh, wore them Tuesday," Sean was embarrassed.
"Why? I gave you that other stuff you asked for, which I just found under the bed."
"Well, to tell the truth, I liked looking at you in the good stuff instead. I'm sorry. And they felt nicer." He was really red in the face now.
"That's ok, I guess, I'd been ogling your body myself all week. However, these also smell like I've been fooling around in them."
Sean thought for a minute and then decided there was not much point in evading the question, not after what they had done last night. "Why don't you take a shower while I get dressed, and then we need to talk."
A half hour later they were seated at the table with coffee and bagels, which both were too nervous to eat. Shannon could hardly look at her twin without blushing in remembrance of their passionate sex the night before. Sean felt the same way, gripping his mug hard enough to whiten his knuckles.
He sipped the coffee and took a deep breath. "Ok, there's a lot to tell you, but first things first: I swear I did not have intercourse with any guy besides you this week. That includes Adam."
Shannon blushed a bit, realizing he might have controlled himself better than her. "That's good to know. Go on."
"Do you remember that on Tuesday Kristen picked a fight with me, and after that she agreed to stop blackballing you around school?"
"Sure, I was wondering what you said to her."
He looked at her for a long moment. "Wait a sec... No, you didn't! She hates me."
"Actually, she had a crush on you."
"Oh, god, I can't believe it! Did anyone see you?"
"No, we were alone in the wrestling room, she tackled me, the stupid sweatpants came off, I subdued her, we kissed, and yada yada."
Shannon put her hands over her face and groaned, but then she had to laugh. "How was the bitch queen, considering you've been lusting after her for months?"
"Wow, do you really want to know?"
Shannon had a strange look on her face, a mix of reluctance and intense curiosity. Her eyes glittered a bit as she answered, "I guess I do. After all, I have to deal with her from now on. Are we a couple?"
"No, not at all. In fact, I made it clear that it was a one time thing, that she had been too mean to you."
"And yet she agreed to leave me alone, that seems strange."
"Well, that was, uh, after the second time."
"Second time? When was this? Where?"
"Well, she sort of got obsessed. The sex was really good because of the things you told me Monday, and she showed me a lot as well. Then you changed my look at the same time by coincidence, so Thursday she came on to me again backstage in the auditorium."
"And?"
"She was begging for it, and she looked amazing, you have no idea. Dressed to the nines, stockings, garter, wow..." His eyes unfocused as he remembered. Shannon found herself getting a bit warm, too.
Sean was desperate to change the subject now. "I have to ask you a few things, too. Why did my rating from Erica go up so much? Misty mentioned I'm number one. You don't get that from some kisses."
Now Shannon was blushing furiously. "Ok, fine. I can't believe you saddled me with her without warning me a little. Erica could seduce a saint, even a gay one. She was all over me Monday night, I made her come with some feminine expertise, but then she rubbed her ass all over my lap and gave me an incredible blowjob. I swear I never knew a girl could make a guy feel that way, I thought my head would explode."
"Well now you know. She's the first who ever went down on me, but I guess I hit the jackpot there. I don't think most girls are anywhere near that good."
"Well, I was also a bit too good. She couldn't believe it. So then she wanted more. She talked me into coming over Wednesday to help her move stuff, then she tricked me down in her basement and tied me down."
"Wow, really? That sounds hot."
Shannon sighed. "She was just getting started. She has a fucking stripper pole, can you believe it? She stripped to songs by Prince and then she rode me like a pogo stick. So I lost my virginity, again."
"Wow, did you ever."