Lessons

Eventually the sound of Lauren having her mind blown slows, settles, and becomes quiet. We can faintly hear the sound of some footsteps leaving her room a few minutes later over the noises this boss is making as Alex beats the everloving shit out of it. The footsteps are soft, but sure of themselves; it's the stride of someone walking with intent and purpose, someone who is satisfied with a job well done and who has other things to do with their life. It could only more clearly be Ms. Larson if she poked her head in here and announced it.

"Hey kids!" Ms. Larson says, poking her head into Alex's room and announcing herself, "I just finished up in there, and I'm going to go check on dinner," she says it like she was working on a home-improvement project, not making my sister cum her brains out over and over. "Joe, good job in there, you were such a good little boy for me. Don't forget you still owe me a couple of loads into those panties you stole though! I don't want to punish you if you don't really deserve it." She caps this off with a cheery smile, taps on the door, and walks off. It's only once she leaves that I realize she was only wearing her underwear.

"Wow..." Alex says quietly, "You owe her cum?"

"It was the price of getting her underwear last night," I explain sheepishly, "she said she'd forgive the intrusion as long as I made sure to fill her panties with some cum for her."

"Kinky," Alex grins, "you want some help with that?" She reaches over to my lap and gently fondles my cock. I shift in my chair and sigh at the feeling, opening my legs a bit more to give her unrestricted access to my dick. "Want me to jerk you off with her panties, baby?" She teases me, toying with me. I came in my sister less than a half hour ago, there's no way I can reasonably be expected to perform again so soon. Granted, I basically did that this morning, but that was hours ago and a much fresher version of me who was able to do that. I'm three orgasms deep today and while my body enjoys the feeling of Alex's hand, I know it's probably not a great idea to mess around right now, especially with dinner being so close, but I'm not going to say no to the incredible feeling of her playing with me.

"I mean, yes," I say with a laugh, "Not necessarily right now, and maybe not even just jerking me off."

"Oh?" She pauses, her hand coming to a stop near the base of my shaft, "Is my deviant boyfriend thinking of something even naughtier?" She leans in and gently kisses my cheek. "What do you want me to do?" Her hand slips away from my shaft and lovingly fondles my balls.

"Fuck," I whisper, "I think... I think it would be most fun if we just had sex and then I could pull out and cum in them. No offense to your handjob skills, but fucking you is just so much better."

"I would hope that my pussy is better than my hand," Alex giggles and takes her hand off my junk before we get too far along. "I take absolutely zero offense to that, and we can definitely make that happen tomorrow. Unless you get another burst of energy tonight and decide you can manage a round four." She raises an eyebrow at this suggestion, hoping I can deliver. Or maybe she just likes teasing me. She's very good at that.

"We'll see what happens tonight and how I'm feeling," I shrug as she picks up her controller again and gets back to kick-punching her way through Elden Ring with the fury of a woman possessed with the singular purpose of kick-punching bad guys. It isn't fury at me, she just really likes beating up enemies in Elden Ring.

"Ok!" She grins, and looks over at me, "If you're not up for sex, you can always make it up to me by going down on me. After all, you were supposed to fuck me nice and hard after our nap, but nooooo, you had to skip out on that and go bang your sister again." She puts her bottom lip out and pouts at me jokingly. I pull her in for a kiss and the pout melts away. Shame, she looks really cute when she's pouting. But I suppose she looks cute literally all the time, so I won't miss it too much.

"Not my choice," I say with a laugh.

"Yeah, but you weren't exactly protesting," Alex replies.

"Can you blame me?"

"Guess not," she shrugs, "especially not when Ms. Larson makes a request like that. What was it like, with her watching?"

"Hot," I say quickly, "really fucking hot."

"I fucking bet," Alex gently touches my arm, drawing my eyes to hers, "I really don't mind. Seriously. I know we're boyfriend and girlfriend but I knew you'd be fucking Lauren still, and I knew you'd be probably doing whatever it is that Ms. Larson wants you to do. Just as long as we communicate and stuff."

"I know," I kiss her again--one of my favorite activities--and gently caress her face, "It's a lot to navigate, but I think we can manage it."

"We better," she kisses me again, and then turns back to her game. However, she only focuses on it enough to turn it off. "Dinner time? I'm hungry as hell and even if it's not ready yet, it should be soon."

"Any idea what we're having?" I ask as I stand up and pull her up with me. She slides her fingers between mine and we're locked together while we walk downstairs. It takes all of my willpower not to poke my head into Lauren's room, but I don't hear any noise out of the room to indicate she's even awake, let alone up for coming downstairs for dinner. She's self-reliant, mostly, she'll get herself some food when she's ready.

"No fucking clue," Alex shrugs, "I've pretty much only talked to you and Lauren all day. It's been really nice actually, to not have to fuck with everyone else's stuff."

"What do you mean?" I cock my head at her.

"I didn't have to listen to Kayla talk about Tyler at all, or Tyler wanting to go for a walk and take some pictures, or Delilah wanting to talk about all sorts of stuff I barely have interest in." She sighs, and stops walking for a moment. "I like them all, truly. Kayla is one of my closest friends--that's what happens when you live together in a situation like this--but she's also got problems that I don't think are problems, and she's not going to be tolerable until she calms down about Tyler. And I don't mind taking pictures or going on walks, but... Sorry, I don't mean to rant..." she trails off and shakes her head, chuckling softly. "You probably think I'm a bitch, talking about them behind their backs like this."

"No," I say quickly, "I get it, you live with someone and you get tired of the little stuff. I get it. I'm sure you'll find plenty of things about me that you need to complain about to someone else."

"Not yet," she wiggles her butt and smiles at me, "hopefully never, but it might happen. If it does though... we'll deal with it. Right? Boyfriend and girlfriend stuff." She knows exactly how to push my buttons and get a kiss without explicitly asking for it. I've never had a girlfriend before, but I'm not sure if I ever want another one. I pull her in close and press my lips to hers. It's quick but emotional.

"I hope we get to the point where you know me well enough that I do things to annoy you but you stay with me," I whisper.

"I can't wait." Alex wraps her hands around my waist and forces our bodies together. Her perfectly sized boobs squish against my chest as she looks up into my eyes. "I like you, Joe. A lot. And... it kinda scares me. But it's a good scary. You know what I mean? Like being at the top of a rollercoaster."

"I've never been on a rollercoaster," I say back with a smile.

"We're fixing that," she says matter-of-factly, "pretty fucking quick."

"I understand what you mean though, about it being a good kind of scary."

"Good, I like when we're on the same page," she giggles and starts off again. I walk alongside her, more than happy that this is where I'm at. Nowhere else I'd rather be.

Kayla, Tyler, and Ms. Larson are all idly chatting in the dining room when we arrive, none of them seated in their places yet. Ms. Larson is back to wearing the same clothes I watched her peel off and drop on the floor an hour ago when she fucked my sister and me. She's so composed, like a visiting dignitary from a foreign country, even though she just had a threesome and then even more action after I left.

I have a flash in my mind of Ms. Larson naked, kneeling over my sister with her fingers roughly pounding in and out of Lauren's freshly incestuously fucked pussy. I can picture my sister's face, can almost hear her whimpers as her body is pushed to orgasm after orgasm. Ms. Larson using my sister's tight young body until Lauren collapses from exhaustion and can't move anymore, turned into just a puddle of sexually drained teen. All at the hands--and potentially mouth--of this gorgeous woman.

"Joseph, Alex, good to see you down here. I think Julie's almost done with dinner," she says with a twinkle in her eyes. "You two are so cute together, holding hands and all that. God, I could just eat you up." I blush at this and look away in time to see Kayla's disgusted face. Alex's hand tightens on mine and she pulls me a few inches closer to her as Ms. Larson laughs. "I'm just teasing, you are cute together, but come on. Relax."

"I'm gonna go see if Julie needs help," I say quietly, mostly directed at Alex but it's not like it's a secret or anything. She nods back to me and reluctantly lets my hand out of her grip before turning to talk to Kayla and Tyler about their day. I don't even hear the start of their conversation as I slip into the kitchen, though I do feel Ms. Larson's predatory eyes watch me the whole way. It's a feeling I'm becoming accustomed to, though I doubt I'll ever be able to truly ignore it.

I slip into the kitchen and am immediately hit with good smells. That's not surprising, not at all. It wouldn't even surprise me if that's just how Julie smells. Maybe it's not her food at all, maybe that's just the aura that follows her wherever she goes, making her smell like heaven.

"What's on the menu tonight?" I ask as I walk across the kitchen towards her.

"Joe!" Julie turns and gives me a big grin, "I'm making pork chops, mashed potatoes, green beans, and a salad, along with some fresh bread! I found this cinnamon butter thing while I was out shopping," she holds up a small container to let me see the brownish butter, "and it made me want to try it, so I made some bread because why not?" She laughs and saunters over to me, reaching out and placing a hand on my arm. "I haven't seen you all day, have a rough first hangover?" She's smiling like she's in on a joke that I've missed. The joke, most likely, is that hangovers fucking suck and the first one probably sucks the hardest because holy shit my head had been in so much pain this morning. Was that only this morning? Jesus.

"Yeah, that kicked my ass. Thank you for making those little pick-me ups for us."

"Oh honey, don't mention it," she's slowly rubbing my arm, and eyeing me in a way that makes me feel like I'm actually the thing in this room she most wants to eat. "I drank plenty when I was at the CIA, and remember those mornings all too well. My roommate and I used to have one of those kits in the fridge before we went out for the night if we knew we were going to be drinking. Figured I could do the same for you kids." She shrugs, and takes her hand off of my arm.

"I wanted to uh, to ask about um, maybe if we could do some of that private cooking teaching tomorrow. I... I want to impress Alex and I want to make her something that will really wow her."

"You're so cute," Julie grins at me, "do you know what you want to make?"

I freeze. I should have an answer for that. I know what I would make for Lauren if it was my sister I was trying to seduce. But it's not her, it's Alex. And while I'm getting to know Alex pretty well, I don't yet know the best food to knock her metaphorical socks off. "Uhhh," I stammer, shifting from foot to foot as I try and think. It's not too embarrassing because I've only known her for a few days, but it's still an answer I should have prepared.

"It's ok," Her hand returns to my arm and I feel a strange mixture of calm and arousal flush through me. Calm because her touch is soft, gentle, and generates a feeling that I am in good hands, but arousal because holy shit she's so hot and touching me. "I know what it's like to be infatuated with someone and not know how to properly handle yourself around them. We'll make stroganoff, ok?"

"Is that easy to make?" Being able to do it right is slightly more important to me than it being tasty. Obviously deliciousness has a big part to play in what I offer up to my girlfriend, but I really really don't want to fuck this up. Fucking it up would be horrible for my self-esteem.

"It's very simple, but more than that," she rubs my arm affectionately, "I'm going to make sure you know what you're doing. I think you two are very cute together. But mainly I like Alex a lot and I think she needs something like you in her life. So I'm going to do what I can to make sure you're being the best boyfriend you can for her."

I'm so touched by her speech that I momentarily forget to respond. I barely know this woman, but she seems to genuinely want what is best for me. Granted, she knows Alex much better and it seems like she is likely being truthful about primarily being focused on making sure I'm treating my lovely girlfriend properly. "Thank you," I say softly. She gives me a big smile and steps back.

"Tomorrow, after lunch, I'll teach you how to make it. All you need to do is show up at the kitchen and be ready to learn."

"I can do that," I return her smile, though I don't know if I'll ever be able to match her radiance.

"And whatever else may happen... we'll just take that as it comes," she winks and pats my arm, then moves away as I work to process that information. We've been open about sex, and she was the first woman I ever fingered, but for some reason the idea of actually having sex with her is still a little intimidating. Maybe it's the age thing? She's older than anyone I've had sex with except Ms. Larson. And Ms. Larson is... well she's something different. Not only is she more than twice my age, she's also a sexually magnetic presence who demands to be obeyed. Julie doesn't strike me as someone who would be aggressive or dominant, and I think that's part of what is throwing me off. Can I be a sexual equal to a woman like this? A woman, not a girl my age, but a woman.

"Ok, yeah. That's... That sounds nice." She shoots me a look that tells me I should have chosen a different word, but then turns back to the food and finishes her preparations for dinner. "Do you need any help?"

She shakes her head, sending that mane of dark curls into a storm around her. It's a beautiful storm, like heavy rain over the desert. It's a storm I wouldn't mind to be trapped in, stuck there for however long it cares to go on. "I'm good, just finishing things up and then I'll bring things out. Thank you though, you're sweet," she smiles at me, "I'll be keeping that in mind tomorrow, might win you a few brownie points." She winks before giggling, "oooh, maybe we can make brownies too!"

"I like brownies," I add my useless information to the conversation. Everyone likes brownies. It's part of being a human.

"You haven't even had my brownies yet," Julie turns her head towards me with a sly smile, "I guarantee you'll fall in love. So soft and moist and delicious. Mmmm," she pops a finger in her mouth and gently sucks at it, watching me blush and squirm until she breaks down into laughter. "I do make good brownies, but I also enjoy just messing with you. Go hang out, I'll bring the food out soon." She shoos me out of the room with one hand while the other attends to something in a pot. I smile as I retreat back to the dining room, leaving her to do what she does better than anyone else in the house. Probably better than anyone else in the state.

When I get back to the dining room, I notice that Lauren and Delilah have both joined the group. Lauren looks sleepy, understandably if she got even more action than I did, and is sitting with her chin in her hand. She's zoned out--her mind somewhere else entirely--I've seen the signs enough throughout our lives to be able to tell in an instant that she's not really present even though Kayla is sitting right next to her, doing her best to include her in the conversation. I sidle up and plop down on the other side, running a hand up and down her leg. It takes a moment, but her eyes brighten and she gives me a lopsided smile.

"Hi there," she says quietly. Her eyes are still slightly glazed over as she struggles to wake up fully.

"How you doing?" I ask, as much with how my hand rubs her leg as with my words. We could likely have this whole conversation without talking if we wanted, falling back on the secret language of gestures and looks we shared as kids. That seems unnecessary though, and besides, I want to hear her voice.

"Worn the fuck out," she smiles distantly. It's a genuine smile though, she's the good kind of exhausted. That's all I want for my sister, is for her to be happy. And sure, if the best way to make her happy is for us to have a bunch of sex, then I'm more than happy to provide that service to her. I'll bite the bullet.

"How uh... how much did you two do after I got kicked out?" I ask. The other conversations are still going on around us, but they don't permeate the bubble of our existence. It's just nonsense noise, it might as well exist in another dimension for how much it affects us. It's just the way we have operated for so many years when we talk. The rest of the world fades away and becomes nothing of import. All that matters, all that has mattered for so long, is each other.

Lauren looks up at Ms. Larson for a moment, and then back to meet my gaze. "Not a ton," she says quietly, "She ate me out and then we shared a vibrator until we came again."

"Shared one?"

"Yeah," she smiles softly, "It was one of those with the big round head at the end," she mimes the shape of it with her hands, "and we uh, we put it between us, both straddled it, and turned it on." She's blushing, but I don't think either of us knows why because we're well past the point of any amount of embarrassment as we talk about sex. I fucked her three times today. Jesus, I fucked my sister three times today. All hope for us having a normal relationship has gone out the window. I came inside her. I filled her with my cum, and we're sitting here talking like it didn't just happen.

"Well that's pretty darn hot," I say with a grin. Lauren leans against me with a laugh that turns into a sigh.

"It was," she agrees, her hand finding mine and our fingers slipping together.

"Maybe next time I'll get to watch that," I suggest with a wink. She shifts against me in a way that tells me she isn't against that, but she doesn't want to focus on that right now. My twin settles against me, getting comfortable and nuzzling into me. I lean back and close my eyes briefly, just for a moment, and enjoy the feel of Lauren against me. Nothing sexual going on, just a naked brother with his naked sister relaxing and waiting for dinner.

Then I feel a motion to my left, and my eyes open up in time to see Alex sliding into the chair on the other side of me. She takes my free hand in hers, and leans against me on that side. "This ok?" She asks softly. I nod in response and tilt my head to kiss her hair. She leans into me, her breasts squishing into my arm, and gently kisses my cheek.

"Always," I reply softly. This earns me a happy squirm and a squeeze of my hand to let me know she liked that and that I'm being a good boyfriend. Both of those are permanent goals of mine.

"Even when you're with Lauren?" she asks quietly. I feel my sister stir against the other side of me, waiting for my answer for both of them. It feels weird to say, but part of me believes that my sister is waiting to hear if I'm cheating on her. We're not dating, but she'll always have my heart, or at least a big part of it.