**Sorry for the wait. Had some health issues. Thanks to my editor. She knows who she is. Enjoy!**
*****
Becca soaked in the tub while I changed the sheets on my bed and made up the couch for myself. My large cock had hurt her pretty bad and all she wanted to do was relax in a warm bath. While I was making up the beds, evil Peter started talking again.
"Well, I guess congratulations is in order... not too shabby... way to finally lose our virginity," he said.
"Thanks for not interfering... I didn't know if you would keep the promise."
"A bet's a bet, dweeb... I lost."
"I told you Tiffany didn't want anything to do with us."
"Yeah, because you fucked it up the first time. If I would have stayed in control, she'd be eating out of our hand and dying for our cock every second. Now I have my work cut out for me... but I guess that's okay, now that Becca is out of commission for a while."
"What do you mean?"
"Seriously? Your tore her up... why do you think she's in the tub right now... she'll not want to do anything for a week at least, maybe more until she heals."
"I couldn't help it," I said.
"I know, don't sweat it... we've got plenty of other prospects... your mom being top priority, basically already begging for it."
"But, she's my mother... that's messed up."
"She's also a hot milf and one that's been wasting away with no one to see to her needs. Oh yeah, she's begging for it. She would have fucked us already if you hadn't been a virgin at eighteen. Pathetic."
I ignored him, finished the bed and couch and went to check on Becca. The bath was running again when I knocked on the door and let myself in.
"You okay in here?" I asked.
"Yes, thank you... just warming the water again," she said.
The shower door was closed, so I couldn't see much more than her blurry form lying in the warm water.
"Can I get you anything?" I asked.
"Yeah, like my cock in your mouth?" evil Peter said in my head.
"No thank you... I'm fine," Becca said.
I wanted to walk to the door and slide it back so I could see her naked again, but I didn't know how she would react.
"Okay, well if you need anything let me know," I said.
"Okay, oh... I do need something... I need a razor and probably a tooth brush if I'm staying here. I don't really want to have to go home and get it with my mother and all."
"Right... okay... I'll see what I can do."
I left the bathroom. The toothbrush was easy enough... we had extra of those since we got one from the dentist every six months. A razor was a different story. We'd have to go buy one at the store. Pulling out my phone, I texted my mother to see if she could stop at the store on the way home from work and get one for Becca. Mom didn't reply... Mr. Howell must have her really busy. I thought about walking to the corner convenience store, but it was well after dark and getting late. I didn't live in the best of neighborhoods.
It was about that time when Tiffany came back home. She walked in the door, saw me and scowled.
"Where's Mom?"
"Work," I replied.
"What? Why?"
"She got called in. Mr. Howell can't do anything for himself."
"What a jerk, Saturday night? Pompous ass."
"I want to apologize," I began.
"Save it, little brother... I don't want to hear it!" she said, putting up her hand.
"It's since I hit my head... I've been acting weird I know," I tried again.
"Is someone here?" she asked, hearing the water in the bathtub."
"Yeah... It's Becca... she's kind of staying with us for a few days... it's a long story."
"Oh, great! The house wasn't small enough to begin with... I really need to move out," she said, walking to her room.
"Tiffany... I'm really sorry about..."
"I said... save it, Peter," she said, turning back around and rushing toward me.
"You can't mess with a girl like you did... I was... oh never mind... it's over."
"You were what?" I asked.
"If you must know, Peter... I was intrigued with your... well your penis... I had a weak moment and made a mistake... and then your reaction after I... well you know... it hurt."
"I'm sorry."
"You should be... it was your idea... you started it and I was being nice for once, knowing you've had limited experience with women and then you treat me like that... after... after... I sucked your..."
She seemed flushed and was possibly remembering what she had done and it was having an effect on her.
"Where's Becca going to stay?" she asked, changing the subject.
"My room for now... I'm on the couch," I said.
"Fine... better than her in my room," Becca said, going to her room.
"Fuck if I didn't just see that," evil Peter said, as we watched her walk away.
"Don't start."
"Oh, it's evident. She's got it bad for our cock. She could barely talk about it without salivating. I bet she's so wet right now."
"Shut up! I don't want to hear that about my sister."
"Dude, you know she's hot... remember the shower... fuck! Her body is incredible. We're going to play this cool... let her keep thinking about it... let her desire stew and then she'll practically be dying for it when I make my move again."
"Never going to happen," I said... but I think he knew I was nervous.
**
I was asleep on the couch, Becca was in my room and I heard my mother finally come home. The glowing numbers on the microwave in the kitchen said 3:21. She locked the front door again and walked quietly over to the sofa I was lying on, probably to check on me.
"Home finally?" I asked.
"Peter, I'm sorry I woke you... yes, we finally got the proposal done... that man is impossible some times," she said.
"I hope he's paying you overtime."
"He'll figure some way out of that too," she said, sitting down on the couch next to me and running her fingers through my hair.
"How's Becca?" Mom asked.
"She's good, sleeping comfortably in my bed. Something happened, Mom... while you were gone."
"What?" She asked.
"We... well we had sex... I'm not a virgin anymore."
"Oh... oh my... well, Peter... that was quick... your first day with a girlfriend and you're already having sex. My my."
"It kind of just happened, when we were making my bed up."
"Is she okay? With how... large you are... I can..."
"She soaked in the tub for over an hour after but she said she's okay."
"I see... I can imagine... your father wasn't my first and he still... never mind," she said.
It was dark and so I couldn't see Mom's face very well, just an outline of her. She tossed my hair, kissed my forehead and told me to go back to sleep. She seemed really warm and I think her hand was trembling. She got up from the couch and headed to her room.
I fell asleep but then something... a noise, woke me up again. It was only ten minutes later. I sat up on the couch and listened to see if I could hear it again. I didn't, but I heard something else and I had no idea what it was, but it was coming from down the hall, my mother's room. I got up, curious, and walked down to her door quietly. Some kind of humming noise was coming from inside... it would get loud and then quiet, loud and then quiet. It took my evil personality to figure out what it was.
"Seriously, dude?... she's fucking herself with a vibrator... right now, as you stand out here listening."