I hadn't spoken to my sister or her roommate in four months. In fact, I'd been avoiding them like the plague. I had only let Brittany suck my dick for about 10 seconds, but it had irrevocably changed things between us.
Well, 20 seconds. Then I pulled out of her mouth and got out of the apartment as fast as I could.
My twin sister had sucked my cock.
My twin sister had sucked my cock.
But just for 45 seconds.
Over the next few months, I'd developed new habits. I avoided stores I knew Brittany frequented. If I needed to drive across town, I went the long way to dodge driving past the apartment. I muted my text conversations with Kelsey. I knew it would just take a single "I'm horny, daddy" and I'd be diving quite literally headfirst into her pussy.
Those were the good habits. I'd also developed several less-than-healthy routines.
The first month, I didn't go out much. Things were never really defined with Kelsey, so it was hard to call our separation a "break-up". We just weren't having sex anymore. About three or four nights a week, I stroked myself to sleep, usually draining my balls as my phone played porn on the bed beside me.
The second month, I went out and had a one-night stand with a girl I knew only as Aubrey. And then one night led to a second, and a third, and then I stopped keeping count. Aubrey was an easy way to relieve stress. We didn't know each other's last names and I suspected that she'd given me a fake first name, too. I didn't have her phone number and we never met at either of our apartments. We always met at the same spot in the same restaurant and ended up in a hotel room at a nice place that I suspected someone in her family owned. Neither of us wanted to know anything about the other, neither of us offered any information, and neither of us, presumably, cared in any way.
Aubrey liked having rough sex. I mentioned that sex with her was a great stress reliever - after everything with Kelsey and Brittany, I had a lot of pent-up emotions. Aubrey was an easy and extremely unhealthy way to deal with things.
The kind of sex Aubrey liked was raw, intense, and devoid of any emotion. If my "relationship" with Kelsey was defined by a lack of attachment, my arrangement with Aubrey was even more depraved. Things often escalated quickly.
One night, about two months after I'd started meeting up with Aubrey, I met her at our usual spot. She was wearing a tank top and shorts that didn't make it even halfway to her knees.
Without a word, I followed her out the door and to the adjacent hotel. In the lobby, my mind (as it always does) went into overdrive. I'd made this walk to the elevator at least a dozen times. Every single time I wondered if the bellhop or the guy at the front desk ever recognized us from our previous encounters. It was stupid. If they even recognized us, what then? Who cared if someone whose name I didn't even know had noticed I was having regular sex with someone else whose name I didn't know?
In the elevator, I stood behind Aubrey and admired her petite frame. She couldn't have weighed more than 100 pounds. Her darker blonde hair fell to her shoulder blades and even seeing her tiny, firm ass in shorts was enough to get me hard. Aubrey reached her hand back to my pants - I was wearing something rather loose-fitting - and took hold of my cock. She looked over her shoulder and flashed an evil grin before the doors opened and she stepped into the hallway.
"Get in there," I said, motioning to our room.
Before the door was even shut, Aubrey crossed her hands and gripped the bottom of her tank top, uncrossing them as she pulled it over her head. I turned the deadbolt and slid the safety lock across the door, then turned around to look at her. She'd already pulled her shorts off to reveal a simple gray cotton Calvin Klein thong.
Like I said, things with Aubrey often moved quickly. I admired her slender body, her narrow waist curving out to hips complimented with a perky, tiny butt.
She moved across the room toward me and stood up on her tiptoes to kiss me. I took her ass in my hand, giving it a squeeze as I returned her embrace. Her cute ass constituted barely a handful, a soft mound of flesh that sent all the blood in my body straight to my penis.
"You look like such a sexy slut in that thong."
"Fuck you," she replied, sliding her thong down to her ankles and kicking it away.
"Fuck me? How about I just fuck you?"
Aubrey turned and crawled onto the bed, lingering long enough to give me a preview of her pussy and her tight asshole. She got on her back as I slipped out of my clothes and climbed up beside her.
Once on the bed, I pressed the palm of my hand against Aubrey's mound, rubbing her pussy and giving her the opportunity to grind against me. She moaned a little, working to get comfortable. She looked amazing lying there, her body fully on display for me.
Her pussy wasn't yet wet, so I spent some time massaging her body in an effort to get her turned on. I pressed on her mound and used my other hand to draw circles on her pussy lips with my middle finger.
She moaned some more, but before too long, rolled over.
"Look in the drawer," she commanded, pointing at the dresser across the room.
I smiled a little, knowing exactly what she wanted.
Aubrey had a thing for getting tied up. I knew I'd find all kinds of toys in the drawer, from handcuffs and ropes to gags and whips, and that was just the beginning. All kinds of toys that could be used to restrain her, administer pain, or penetrate her little body.
I opened the drawer and took inventory of what I saw. I had a couple positions in mind, so I grabbed a length of rope, a narrow leather crop, and some handcuffs and leg restraints. Just for fun, I also carried over a pink ball gag and a glass dildo. It was about 7 inches and curved, but otherwise had no texture. On one end was a slightly wider ball designed to stretch out whatever hole it was entering. And, as always, a bottle of lube. This lube in particular was designed to taste like mint chocolate chip. Exactly what you want a girl's pussy (or ass) to taste like, I guess.
I set most of the toy collection down on the bed, away from where I anticipated the action would be. Aubrey put her hands behind her back, eager for me to tie them together. I threaded the rope around and between her arms, making a bit of a figure-eight shape with it to ensure she'd be nice and secured.
"You look so helpless," I commented.
"Are you going to drool all over me or are you going to use me?"
I laughed a little bit, then grabbed the crop and ran it over Aubrey's butt.
"You wouldn't hit my ass with that, would you?"
"Only if you've been naughty," I replied.
She bit her lower lip and spoke with a soft voice. "I'm not naughty."
"You're such a bad liar," I said, raising the crop and hitting Aubrey's ass with it.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed. "What was that for?"
I chuckled a little and let the crop dance over her cute, tanned, peach-shaped butt. She moaned. "Why am I all tied up? Did I do something wrong?"
I hit her ass again, causing her to let out a short yelp. I did that five or six times in no particular rhythm, wanting every thwack against her butt to be a complete surprise.
After the fourth, I noticed some red marks forming on Aubrey's ass. I took a moment to cup her butt in my hands, caressing her, squeezing her, playing with her. The light touch after such a rough spanking elicited a whimper from Aubrey. She writhed around and bent her legs at the knee, raising her feet in the air. I noticed a wet spot on the bed, her body betraying her and letting me know that clearly, this girl was turned on. Her bald pussy glistened with her obvious wetness.
"I want you inside me," she purred.
"Not yet." I took the crop and gave her bare ass another hard spank. "Oops."
"Fuck!" she yelped. "You did that on purpose."
I leaned over her and gave her ass a kiss on her left cheek. She inhaled sharply, the slight pressure from my lips almost too much for her raw ass to bear.
"Please just fuck me..."
I relented—not that I didn't want to fuck her—and rolled her over onto her back. Her body looked slightly awkward with her arms mostly held out beside her, still tied together. Aubrey's pussy was fucking wet. A thin film of her wetness covered most of the skin I could see, stretching at least from her vagina to the top of her mound. I ran a finger down her pussy and pressed my thumb slightly inside her.
"Give me your fucking cock," she said.
"I think you're forgetting the position you're in here. Who gives the orders?"
"You do." She smiled just barely enough to break through her fake helpless façade.
"That's right," I said. I took the crop and drug it over her stomach, moving it down toward her pussy.
"Fuck, are you going to whip my pussy?"