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I had a plan as well, albeit a tentative one. I wasn't certain I could pull
it off, which is why I hadn't mentioned it to Amy, but if I could I'd be
fulfilling her request, enjoying a long-standing fantasy of mine, and
satisfying her curiosity about something all at the same time.

At seventeen, we were far from the sheltered, innocent girls we'd been at
eleven. We'd looked at dad's magazines then; we looked online now. We'd
seen a lot more than just two women together, although obviously that sort
of thing was my favorite. And Amy had always been fascinated by pictures of
one girl using a strap-on dildo on another.

Toys were one thing we'd never used; we had no way to _get_ one, to start
with, and it seemed kind of risky to have something like that in our room
where our mom might find it even if we did.

But for this, it seemed worth the risk, and we had a checking account with
a debit card, so I could order one off of the internet-- which was good,
because I didn't think I could have actually walked into a store which sold
such things and bought one.

The next afternoon, I kicked her out of the bedroom, telling her that I
needed to make some plans for the weekend. I ignored her attempts to try to
get me to tell her what I was planning, telling her nothing more than "If I
can manage it, you'll really like it," before closing the door and locking
it.

I spent the next few hours researching strap-on dildos, trying to figure
out what the best kind to get would be. I settled on something called a
'Feel-doe', which didn't require any actual straps, instead having a bit
that went into _me_, so that I would be able to feel it as much as she
would. Or at least that's what it claimed, anyway.

It wasn't cheap, at all, and the over-night shipping didn't help either,
but I didn't want to risk it not arriving in time. Two or three day
shipping would probably be fine... but this was for Amy. It's not like I
had anything better I could do with the money.

I made sure to clear the history and cache on the browser before letting
Amy back in, so that she couldn't find out that way, and proceeded to
ravish her thoroughly.

After all, the actual _research_ part of the night probably hadn't taken
more than an hour, but I kept getting distracted by the pictures, and the
links that went to sites that _weren't_ useful for research, and... well,
by the time I let Amy in, I'd been simmering for several hours.

Not that she objected, aside from insisting that I let her participate in
whatever it was that had gotten me turned on, next time.

***

I made a point to hurry home the next afternoon, hoping that I'd get there
before our mom did-- or at least before she checked the mail.
Unfortunately, I had no such luck.

I had a bit of hope that she wouldn't have thought anything about the
package, but as soon as we walked in the door, our mom pulled me into her
bedroom to talk to me.

"I... noticed you got a package today," she said.

I could feel my cheeks burning, and I felt dizzy. I didn't know what to
say. "I... um...."

"You aren't in trouble," Mom said, looking uncomfortable. "I wouldn't have
said anything, but... I was expecting a package."

Oh god, no. Please no. Please tell me she didn't, I thought.

"I saw it, and where it was from, and assumed it was mine, so I opened it,"
she continued.

Couldn't the floor just open up and swallow me?

Mom hesitated, as if trying to decide what to say. "Sue, your father and I
aren't stupid. Or blind, or deaf."

My cheeks weren't burning anymore. I could feel the blood draining away.

She sighed, and sat down on the bed. "We weren't sure what we should say,
or if we should say anything, when we noticed it. If it had been any other
pair of sisters... but you've always been close, and the one thing we knew
was that neither of you would do anything to hurt the other, so we knew it
was consensual. You're both girls, so there's no danger of... of pregnancy,
and... to be honest, we were afraid that if we said anything we'd be
_causing_ a problem. We worried, though."

I'm not sure I was breathing. I know my heart was beating, because I could
hear it pounding in my ears, but I'm fairly certain that it was the only
muscle capable of movement in my entire body.

"We knew that eventually you'd have to... move on," Mom said. "I was
worried when Amy had her first date, but you seemed so happy for her...."

"I was," I managed, my lips dry.

"But you haven't dated.... It's not because you were afraid for us to know
you like girls, is it?"

"No." My head was spinning. This was the most surreal conversation I'd ever
had....

"Then why not?" she asked.

I thought about what to say. They knew about us, so there was no point in
denying it. They didn't seem to _object_ to it on principle, so maybe...
maybe I should tell her the truth.

"I don't want anyone," I said. "Amy's all I've ever wanted. I love her. I
know most people would think it's wrong, and sick, and perverted, but it's
_not_!" The words gushed out, as if by admitting it to her I'd opened the
floodgates on a damn. "I love her, Mom. What we have isn't, it's not, not
dirty, or... or shameful, it's beautiful, and wonderful, just like Amy. I
hate that we have to hide it, that people wouldn't understand, but I'd
rather hide it than lose what we have."

"But what about Tom?" she asked. "Is it really fair to let him think that
Amy loves him, when she's in love with you?"

"She does love him," I said. "She loves me, but she loves him, too."

"Oh," Mom said. She clearly hadn't been expecting that. "Does he... know?"

I shook my head. "No. He knows we're close, but not how close."

Mom looked, if anything, more troubled than when we started. "Do you really
think that it's right to... to... for Amy to cheat on him with you?"

"No," I said. "It's not right, at all, and we know it. It's just
unavoidable."

"What are you going to do if he gets serious about her?" she asked.

"You mean if he asks her to marry him?" At her nod, I sighed. "We'll tell
him. Honestly, we'll probably tell him before then. We just... we have to
be sure he won't freak out. If he doesn't, then even if he gets mad, he
won't tell anyone. He's not that kind of person. But people do
unpredictable things when they freak out. We have to know he won't."

"How can you know that?" Mom asked.

I hesitated, and sat down on the bed beside her. "We're going to... hint at
things. Not the... the fact that we love each other, but things that are
kind of... tangential to that. If he freaks out over that sort of thing,
then he can't possibly handle the truth. If he doesn't, well, it's not
proof he won't, but it's a good sign."

"What sort of things?" Mom asked. I didn't answer, unsure what to say, and
she sighed. "All right. Let me ask you something else, then. Is Amy
sleeping with Tom?"

I didn't answer that, either. I wasn't about to betray Amy's confidence,
and Mom should have known better.

"She's not going to be in trouble," Mom said. "I just thought that maybe
that's why you bought a dildo. That maybe just, um, fingers weren't enough
anymore." Her face was flaming red, but she pressed on. "If... if that's
the reason... it's probably not a good sign, honey."

I blinked. I would never have thought of it that way, but if I put myself
in Mom's place, it was logical enough.

I sighed, and shook my head. "That's not it at all." I bit my lip. "If I
told you that she _was_ planning on sleeping with him on his birthday in a
couple of months, and wanted to be sure she wouldn't have a problem, would
you stop her?"

Mom looked troubled. "Are you okay with that?" she asked. "It seems kind
of... cold, to ask you to help her so that she can cheat on you."

"She's not cheating on me," I said. "I'm okay with it, really. And it's a
hypothetical situation. I didn't say she was, I asked what you would do if
she was."

Mom closed her eyes for several seconds, and sighed. "I wouldn't stop her.
She's almost an adult, and both of you are responsible. I know she's on the
pill, but will you promise me she'll still use... protection? The pill
doesn't help against diseases."

"In this one case, she doesn't need to," I said. "Tom's still a virgin as
well."

Mom swallowed. "Oh. That's... surprising, in this day and age."

"Not really," I said. "They were only sixteen when they started going out,
and he's not the kind of guy that would cheat on her."

"You have a point," Mom admitted. "Okay. I won't try to stop her. Does
she... have someplace in mind? The back seat of a car may be the
stereotypical place for something like this, but it's not comfortable or
safe."

"I guess she could rent a motel room," I said.

Mom made a face, and then sighed. "No, that's not really much better. I
can't believe I'm saying this, but... if you can let me know when, far
enough ahead of time, I'll get your father to take me out of town for
something." She looked a bit troubled. "Er. If you think you can find an
excuse to be out of the house as well?"

That... was completely unexpected. Mom was offering to ensure Amy could use
the house, so that her first time would be comfortable. I never could have
seen that coming.

I debated with myself for a few more seconds. "It's not for his birthday,"
I finally said. "That really was a hypothetical question. You and Dad are
going to be out of town next weekend."

Mom blinked. "Oh. But what about you?"

I bit my lip. "We're cleaning off the other bed, so that they can use our
bed."

"But where will you be?" Mom asked.

"In the other bed. She's going to tell him that that was my price for
covering for them. At worst, he'll think I'm a voyeur or something, but if
he doesn't freak, well...."

"Oh," Mom said faintly. "I guess that makes sense, but... are you going to
be all right? Watching, I mean?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked.

"She's going to be... making love to someone else," Mom said. "Won't that
hurt?"

I shook my head. "It's not taking anything away from me, and he's making
her happy, so why would it hurt?"

Mom gave me a look of incomprehension, but let it pass. "So I need to make
sure we call if we end up coming home on Saturday for some reason, then?"

I bit my lip, and shook my head. "Um. Friday, too."

"Tom's going to be over on Friday, too?" Mom asked, surprised. "How is he
managing that? Or is he not spending the night?"

"No, he's only coming over on Saturday," I said, feeling my cheeks heat
further. "Friday night.... Friday night is for us."

Mom looked at me, puzzled, for a moment, before comprehension dawned.
"That's why you ordered the dildo," she said, slowly.

I nodded. "Tom will be her first man, but... I'll be her first ever."

Mom sighed. "I still worry about you. This could blow up, you could get
hurt... but it seems like you've thought it through, so...." She sighed
again. "I hope we did the right thing, not trying to stop you."

"You did, Mom. You did. I know... I know you don't really understand it. I
don't know if you _can_ understand from the outside. But we aren't hurting
each other. We're good for each other."

She sighed, one last time. "I hope so," she said. "In the end, all we can
do is trust you. And we do." She reached out and squeezed my hand. "I hope
it works out for you," she said. "I really do."

I squeezed back. "It will. Trust me."

***

The next week lasted at least a month, maybe longer; Friday was at least
two weeks long. Finally, our parents were gone, and Amy and I were alone in
the house.

"So, _now_ are you going to tell me what my surprise is?" Amy asked,
bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"Not quite," I said. "Why don't you go get dressed?"

"I am dressed," she said, puzzled.

"Not for a date."

"A date?" she asked.

I nodded. "Maybe I can't actually take you out on a date, but we can do the
next best thing. I'm going to order some food, and Mom said we could have a
couple of glasses of wine, so you go get dressed up-- and don't come out
until I'm ready for you, okay?" I said. "I just need to grab my dress out
of the bedroom so I can get dressed once everything is ready."

"O...kay," Amy said, wide-eyed.

"This should be special," I said. "_You're_ special."

She blushed. "That's... wait, Mom said we could have wine?"

I nodded.

"Why?"

"She thinks tonight should be special, too."

Amy went pale. "You told her?"

"Sort of," I said. "She already knew about us, her and Dad both, but they
weren't sure what to do, so they decided to trust us."

"Oh... I don't even know what to say," Amy said.

"I had to explain about this weekend because... well, I can't say without
ruining your surprise, so just trust me that there was a good reason. She's
going to make sure they call if something happens and they have to come
home early," I said.

Amy's eyes got even bigger. "She knows... about tonight? Or about tonight
_and_ tomorrow?"

"Both," I said. "I was blown away when she offered to help. I knew she
wasn't going to try to stop you, but... that was totally unexpected." I
smiled at her. "I initially hinted that you were thinking about sleeping
with him on his birthday, to see if she'd try to stop you. You could have
knocked me over with a feather when she told me that if I'd give her some
advance warning, she'd arrange to have Dad take her out of town so that you
wouldn't have to have your first time in the back of a car or a hotel
room."

"Whoa," Amy said, looking dazed. "That's... that's just... whoa."

"Yeah," I said. "Mom's... Mom's cooler than I thought."

"Yeah."

"Now, off to the bedroom with you," I said. "I'm ordering the food to be
delivered in a couple of hours, so you should have plenty of time to get
ready for our date."

She looked at me, eyes suspiciously bright, and grabbed me, kissing me
hard. "I love you, Sue. You're too good to me."

"No, I'm not," I said, shaking my head. "I'm not even as good to you as you
deserve. But I try."

***

Two hours later, the food was on the table, and the only light in the room
came from almost two dozen candles scattered around the room. I looked it
over, giving one final nod of approval, and checked my appearance in the
mirror.

I'd spent more time getting ready for this than I think I'd spent for any
other event in my life, but then, it was more important than any other
event. I picked up the box containing the final thing I needed, and walked
down the hall to our bedroom.

When Amy opened the door at my knock, I found myself speechless. I'd seen
her dressed up before, for school functions or dates with Tom, but this
time...

This time she was dressed up for _me_, and it took my breath away.

The dress she was wearing was one of my favorites; I loved the way it set
off her skin, and the way it exposed so much of that skin without being
cheap or tawdry. Her hair was down, curls framing her face, and I had to
try twice to speak.

"This.... This is for you," I finally managed, offering her the corsage.
"You look... wow, Amy. You look beautiful."

She blushed. "So do you," she said, taking the corsage. "Oh, Sue... it's
gorgeous." She blinked, rapidly. "This is... I love you so much, Sue."

I had to swallow. "I love you, too. I told you, tonight deserved to be
special. I've done everything I can to make it special."

I offered her my hand, and she took it, trembling. She stopped as we walked
into the dining room, gasping.

"Oh, Sue...." Her voice trailed off, as she looked around.

I turned her to face me, placing my hands on her hips. "We've never been
able to be... romantic, like this," I said. "But tonight we can. Just for
tonight, we don't have to worry about the rest of the world. Just for
tonight, we don't have to be careful. Just for tonight... it's just us,
nothing else."

She stared at me, a tear forming at the corner of her eye, and I reached
out and brushed it away. "I love you, Amy, and I want you to know it. I'd
shout it from the rooftops, if I could, but I can't. So all I can do is try
to show you."

"I...." She swallowed. "I love you, too," she said. "I... you said you'd
ask me to marry you, if you could."

I nodded. "I would."

"I'm asking you," she said. "We can't do it legally, we can't... we can't
have a ceremony, we can't tell anyone... but will you be my wife? To have
and to hold, for richer or poorer, til... til death do us part?"

I had to swallow before I could answer. "I've always been yours," I said.
"Since... since forever. I will, Amy. I do."

"And I will be yours," Amy said. "I will love you, and honor you, and
cherish you...." She swallowed. "I can't promise to... to forsake all
others, but... I promise I won't put anyone above you. They'll have to
understand the fact that you're just as important, that... that you're just
as much my wife as they are my husband."

"I think he will," I said, caressing her cheek. "He loves you, just like I
do." I swallowed. "My wife."

"My wife," she echoed, and leaned forward, kissing me tenderly. "My wife."

***

I can't honestly say I remember much of the dinner; I don't think I even
tasted the food. All I really remember are Amy's brilliant green eyes,
staring at me with love and devotion.

It seemed like the food vanished before I knew it. As Amy drained the last
of her wine, she looked me in the eye.

"Sue," she said, her voice husky. "I want you to take me to bed now."

I swallowed, setting my wine glass down with shaking hands. "Yes..." was
all I could say; there was so much more I wanted to say, but words were
completely inadequate. "Yes."

I stood, walking around the table to help her out of her chair, and kissed
her hungrily. I could taste the wine on her lips, and a shiver ran down my
spine. "I need to get something out of Mom's room," I said. "Meet me in the
bedroom?"

Amy looked up at me from under lidded eyes, obviously wanting to know what
was so important, but she didn't ask. She merely licked her lips, slowly.
"Hurry," she said.

I did. It took me a moment to get to the package-- Mom had put it up where
our dad wouldn't stumble across it, thankfully-- but once I had it in my
hands it was all I could do not to run down the hall to our bedroom.

As I stepped in, I stopped, my breath catching in my throat. Amy was
undressing, and had just straightened from stepping out of the dress, her
back arched slightly. She was turned sideways, slightly towards me, and I
had a perfect view of her profile, the curve of her breasts, the line of
her stomach, her smooth, muscular legs.

It was hardly the first time I'd seen her nude, or even the hundredth, but
I'll never get tired of the sight, or even used to it. Amy has always been
beautiful, but puberty had made her even more so, and I honestly believe
she puts any Hollywood actress you could mention to shame.

She turned, hearing me come in, and a brilliant smile lit up her face.
"You're overdressed," she said. She took a step closer. "Let me fix that."

I stood there, unmoving, frozen by the sheer beauty in front of me, as she
took the package from my hand and set it on our table before sliding her
hands around my waist and up my back. "Are you ready?" she whispered, as
she tugged the zipper down. "Are you ready for me to give you my
virginity?"

I nodded, dumbly, shivering as her fingertips trailed along my skin as she
lowered the dress. "Then do it," she said. "I'm so wet for you...." She
took my hand and pressed it between her legs, and I could feel the wet,
slick heat. "I've been waiting all week. I don't want to wait any more."

I reached out blindly with one hand, grabbing the package, and then gently
maneuvered her backwards, until her knees hit the side of the bed.

"Lay down," I said.

She did, her eyes never leaving mine. "Do I get to find out what my
surprise is now?" she asked.

I smiled. "You'll love it," I said. "I hope so, anyway."

Her eyes were focused on the package in my hands as I opened it. I hadn't
removed the outer covering, so she had no clue as to the contents before I
pulled it out.

Her eyes widened. "Is that what you're going to... use?" she asked.

I nodded, looking for the small bottle of lubricant that was supposed to
have been included in the package.

"Why does it have... two parts?" she asked, eyeing the smaller protrusion
that stuck out at an angle from the main shaft. "It's not supposed to go,
um, up my rear too, is it?"

I shook my head, opening the bottle and applying a generous amount to the
shorter end. "No," I said, unable to stop myself from grinning. "It goes...
like... this."

I realized, as I positioned it, that I hadn't thought it through
completely. I was as much of a virgin as she was, and the bit that was
supposed to go in me wasn't exactly small. On the other hand....

I held it pressed against my opening. "Do you want to do it, love?" I
asked. "Do you want to take _my_ virginity, so that I can take yours?"

Amy stared at the dildo in my hand. "That bit... goes inside you," she
said. "And then the other bit... ooooohhhhh." She licked her lips. "You are
the _best_ sister ever," she said. "And the best wife ever."

She reached out, taking the dildo from me. "Come closer," she said, looking
up at me. "I hadn't even realized they made things like this, but it's...
perfect. It's perfect, because you're giving me your virginity, just like
I'm giving you mine." She slid the tip along my labia, wetting them, and
then pressed it against my opening. Against my cherry.

"I love you," she said. "I love you, my sister. I love you, my wife."

As she finished the sentence, she pressed harder, and I drew in a hiss of
pain as it stretched me wider than I'd ever been. It hurt, a sharp, pulling
pain, but not quite a tearing sensation, and the pain eased as the widest
part slipped in.

And my nipples were so hard they ached, and my clit was throbbing. It might
have hurt, but the _reason_ for the pain was so arousing I could hardly
breathe. Amy's hand was wrapped around the shaft of the dildo, spreading
the lube along it, and every motion made the end inside me move.

"Can you feel that?" she asked, wonderingly, and I nodded. "It feels...
odd. It's not like Tom's dick. It's cooler, and harder, and... it looks
really odd, sticking out from you like that."

She looked up at me, her pupils dilated with desire. "Really odd... and
really, really, _really_ hot," she said. "Fuck me, Sue. Shove your dick
into my cunt and make me a woman. Don't make me wait any longer."

She fell back on the bed, spreading her legs wide, and pulled her lips open
with her fingers. "Please, Sue. I need it. I need it so bad...."

I moved above her, kneeling on the edge of the bed between her legs. It
wasn't the first time we'd been in this position, but somehow this time it
was different. Better. Hotter.

"I can't make you a woman," I said, shifting my hips and trying to figure
out the angle I needed. "You're already a woman. _All_ woman. _My_ woman.
But I can fuck you." I reached down and rubbed the tip of the dildo along
her lips. "I can make love to you, and take your cherry, just like you took
mine."

"Do it!" Amy cried, raising her hips. "Please...." She slid one hand up
enough to rub her clit. "Please...."

I didn't make her wait any longer. I pressed the dildo against the thin
barrier that prevented entry to her body, and pushed. She whimpered, a
high, keening noise, and I faltered, but she pulled her legs up and wrapped
them around my hips.

"Don't you stop," she said, eyes locked on mine. "Don't you dare stop. I
know it's going to hurt, but I want it, you understand? Do it."

I pressed again, and without warning she clenched her leg muscles, pulling
me down into her... and her up onto the shaft of the dildo.

"_Yes_!" she hissed, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "In me...
yes...."

I could feel her fingers moving underneath me, causing the dildo to move
slightly with the motion of her fingers.

"All the way," Amy said. "Put it all the way in."

I hesitated, not wanting to hurt her any more than I already had, and she
reached up and grabbed my hair with her free hand.

"Do it," she said, pulling painfully on my hair until I was bent down,
making it hard to keep from pressing the dildo into her further. "Do it."

She kissed me, hard, and I gave in, the dildo slowly sliding the rest of
the way into her, until we were pressed together. I could feel her fingers
moving in quick little circles as she rubbed her clit... and mine, because
it was just a little below hers, her hand trapped between us.

I was going to come. Oh god, was I ever going to come. Between Amy pulling
on my hair, and kissing me hard, and her fingers brushing my clit as she
fingered herself, and the feel of the dildo moving inside me as she
clenched her muscles around it, I was going to come.

"Fuck me," she breathed. "_Hard_. I want to feel it moving inside me."

I did. It no longer mattered that it might be painful for her. She wanted
it, needed it, and I gave it to her.

It had felt... interesting, when the dildo slid into her, but nothing
earthshaking. Just a more or less steady pressure as the dildo pressed back
against me. But fucking her...

Fucking Amy was heaven.

I started moving slowly, but that didn't last long. Within a minute, I was
slamming into her, hard, pulling the dildo almost all the way out before
shoving it completely into her.

And I was coming. Every thrust made me come again, or maybe it was one long
orgasm, and every thrust was just a sharper peak. I don't know. I just know
that it felt so good, and Amy was right behind me.

Maybe it was because the night was so special, or because she didn't have
to worry about our parents finding out, but I'd never seen her so
uninhibited, her fingers clutching at the bed, biting her lip and squealing
as she came, writhing against me, her hard nipples rubbing against mine.

Finally, we came down, covered in sweat, my hips and thighs aching, my
_cunt_ aching, but I didn't care. No, it wasn't even that. I _liked_ the
ache, the proof that I'd given Amy everything I had.

"God, Sue," Amy mumbled in my ear. "That was... wow."

"Wow," I agreed.

We lay like that for several minutes, before Amy began tracing designs on
my back with a fingertip. "So, I was wondering," she began, in that
innocent little girl voice which meant she was up to something.

"Hmm?"

"Do you think... maybe... I could try it out?"

"Try what out?" I asked, my mind still not working at its full speed.

"This, of course," Amy said, and twitched her hips, making the dildo move
inside me. "I want to fuck you."

Every muscle in my body ached. My cunt was sore just from having the
smaller end in me. I could barely _move_.

And my cunt clenched around the dildo hard.

"You want to fuck me?" I whispered.

"Mm-hmm," she agreed, her hands sliding down to my ass. "Please?"

I've never been able to tell Amy no, even when I should. And when she's
using that little-girl voice to get me to do something sexual....

I never stood a chance. Not that I really _wanted_ to resist.

"Oh god yes," I said.

She giggled. "Somebody likes the idea, don't they?"

I nodded.

"Do you want to try something a little different?" she asked.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well, first, let me have the dildo," she said, pushing me off of her.

"Okay." I pulled it out of myself, wincing a little.

"Okay, now get up on your hands and knees, and face away from me."

I shivered, seeing what she had in mind. Somehow, it felt so... dirty. Why
getting fucked from behind by my sister would be more forbidden than
fucking her face to face, I don't know, but that's the way it felt... and
my cunt twitched as I scrambled to obey.

Amy knelt behind me, pressing the tip of the dildo into me. "Are you
ready?" she asked.

I nodded, my breath coming in short little gasps. "Yes...." I whispered.
"Do it."

Either the dildo was larger than it had appeared, or the position made it
feel larger, or maybe my cunt was just tenderer than I'd thought, because
it _hurt_ as it slid in, a sharp, almost tearing pain, more like what I'd
expected when she slid the smaller end in.

"Amy?" I said, sucking in a breath at the pain.

She stilled. "You okay?"

I nodded rapidly. "Oh... yeah. Definitely. I just wanted you to know... I
don't think you actually broke my cherry before. I think you broke it just
now. Fucking me." I shivered. "And I understand why you didn't want me to
stop."

She laughed, a low, throaty chuckle that made my nipples tighten. "Oh,
good. I don't want to stop. This is... really hot."

I swallowed, my cunt clenching around the dildo. "Would you... do something
for me?"

"Anything."

"Pull my hair while you do it," I said. I didn't ask her for that often-- I
didn't need to, really, because she enjoyed pulling my face into her cunt
as much as I enjoyed having it pulled-- but I didn't know if she'd think
about it in this position, and I wanted it.

I _really_ wanted it.

"Mmm," she said. "You want me to grab your nice, long hair...." Her fingers
wrapped around my hair, winding it around her palm. "And pull you back onto
my cock hard?"

I squealed as she did just that. "Yes!" I said, once I could talk again.
"Oh god... do it again!"

She did, pulling back on my hair painfully, using it for leverage as she
slammed the dildo into me, fucking me hard, and I came, over and over. At
some point, my legs gave out, and I slid onto my stomach, and she couldn't
really pull my hair anymore.

So instead, she began biting the back of my neck, and one hand slid around
me, underneath me, until I felt her soft, slender fingertips rubbing
against my clit.

And I came again, and again, and again, until darkness slipped over me.

***

When I woke up, Amy was laying in bed beside me, a mixture of worry and
smugness on her face.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"What happened?" I said, muzzily.

"You passed out." Amy bit her lip. "I think I overdid it."

"Mm-mm." I shook my head, forcing my reluctant arms to reach for her. "You
did it _perfectly_. Mmmm. Oh wow."

"You're sure?"

I nodded, pulling her to me and giving her a soft kiss. "Thank you," I
said. "Thank you for letting me be the one to take your virginity... and
thank you for doing such an incredible job at taking _mine_."

She blushed, but the smugness had almost completely replaced the worry on
her face.

"I guess I did do a pretty good job, didn't I?" she said, a little smile
playing across her lips.

"Mm-mm." I shook my head again. "_Wonderful,_ not pretty good."

She kissed me, softly. "_You_ are wonderful, Sue. Thank you. Thank you for
doing all this, making tonight so special."

I blushed, looking away. "I was just... trying to give you what you
deserved."

She kissed me again. "You did wonderful, Sue. I loved it."

I snuggled closer to her, my eyelids sliding closed. "Mmmm... love you."

"Love you, too."

***

The next morning, we discovered that we'd overlooked something.

Amy was almost too sore to move, and her cunt was tender enough that it was
likely to present a problem.

"What do I do?" she asked me. "I can't tell him _why_ I'm so sore...."

"Okay. Let me think," I said, and proceeded to do just that. After a few
minutes, I thought I had an idea.

"Okay. Here's what we're going to do," I said. "First, you're going to take
a nice, hot bath, with Epsom salts in. That should help with your muscles.
When you get out, I'm going to give you a massage, and hopefully that will
take care of the rest."

"Okay." She nibbled on her lower lip for a moment. "What about the rest of
me?"

"Hopefully, it will be better by tonight, or at least enough better. If
not, you tell him that last night you were making sure there wouldn't be
any problems, and got carried away."

"That might work," she said, thoughtfully. "But what about you?"

"_I_ don't have a date with my boyfriend tonight," I said. "I can handle
being sore."

Amy shook her head stubbornly. "Mom's tub is big enough for both of us.
We'll both soak, and then we'll take turns giving each other a massage."

I couldn't deny that the offer was tempting.

"Well...."

"No, not 'well...'," Amy said. "'Yes.'"

I smiled. "All right. 'Yes.'"

***

"How do I look?" she asked, anxiously.

"You look gorgeous," I said. "He's not going to be able to resist you."

"If he's trying to resist, I'm doing something wrong," Amy said with a
wicked smile, and I giggled.

"Well, if he does, I'll do my sisterly duty and... comfort you," I said,
matching her smile.

"Mm-hmm. You know, it's too bad we can't tell him about us, yet, or you
could do more than just watch tonight. Oooh. I know when we should tell
him," she said.

"Oh?" I asked, curiously.

"Prom. We'll get a suite. Officially, Tom and I will be taking one room,
and you'll be taking the other."

"Unofficially?"

"If he doesn't freak, I don't see why we need more than one bed," Amy said.

"I'd have to have a date to the Prom," I pointed out.

"I had a thought about that. Why not have Tom take us _both_?" she asked.

I thought about it. Most people at our school had guessed that I wasn't
interested in guys, but I didn't _think_ they had any clue as to my
relationship with Amy... so they'd assume that it was a pity date, that Amy
had talked him into taking me so that I wouldn't have to go alone or stay
home.

"That's... a thought," I said. "We wouldn't be able to dance together,
though."

"But we'd be together," Amy said. "We'd know... and Tom would, afterwards."

"Okay," I said, after a moment's thought. "I think that sounds like a
plan."

"Now all I have to do is make it to the Prom," Amy said, her cheeks
darkening. "I... really want to make love with both of you at once."

I felt my breath leave me at the look of desire on her face.

"You'd... you'd better finish getting ready," I managed. "I'm going to go
in the other room. Otherwise you _won't_ be ready when he gets here. Or
dressed."

She chuckled, and called out just as I was passing through the door.

"Sue? I don't intend to neglect you tonight. I'm going to take very, very
good care of you when he leaves. You should remember that while you're
watching us. I think it would be sexy to know you were playing with
yourself while you watched."

I'm not sure how I made it down the hallway without running into something.
I was so turned on I couldn't _breathe_. If I wasn't afraid Tom would show
up early, I'd have shoved my hand into my panties right then.

I would never have expected to be as turned on by the thought of what was
going to happen as Amy, but that's exactly what the little minx had done.
She knew all my buttons, and just how to push them.

I found myself hoping Tom _would_ show up early.

***

I had set up the dining room the same way I had set it up for my date with
Amy. The candles were lit when he arrived, and once they were seated, I
brought the food in and slipped away to our bedroom, where I realized that
there was something else I hadn't thought about.

What should I wear to 'bed'?

I didn't _own_ any nightgowns; Amy and I slept nude. But I couldn't go to
'bed' nude... could I?

Maybe I should. He wouldn't know, of course, unless I ended up uncovered
somehow, but the idea was... naughty. And if I did end up uncovered,
well... he'd be seeing me naked eventually anyway. This would just be a bit
earlier.

That settled, I stripped and climbed into the other bed, pulling the covers
up to my shoulders, settling in to wait for them.

It wasn't long before Amy led Tom into the room, both of them blushing. He
looked at me uncomfortably, but didn't protest; apparently Amy had already
filled him in, and I was doing a decent job of pretending to be asleep.

It got easier when Amy flipped off the light; our bed was illuminated by
the light coming through the window, but the one I was in was in shadow,
effectively making me invisible as long as I was careful.

I watched as he lifted a trembling hand to brush Amy's cheek. "Are you
sure?" he whispered.

She nodded. "I'm sure." She hesitated for a moment. "I even... um... tried
to make sure there wouldn't be any problems with it."

"What do you mean?" I couldn't see his face, but I could hear the confusion
in his voice.

"I... made sure you wouldn't have any trouble, you know, getting in," she
said, her blush darkening. "Um. So it shouldn't really hurt, but, um...."

"But?"

"I'm kind of sore," she said. "I kind of got... carried away." She licked
her lips. "I'm looking forward to seeing how a... real one... is
different."

Different. Not better. Even though I wasn't feeling particularly hurt or
jealous, that still made me feel better... especially because I knew she
wouldn't have said it _just_ to make me feel better.

"You... oh," he said, and his voice caught. "You liked it?"

Amy nodded rapidly. "A lot."

"Oh," he repeated.

She raised her hands to his chest, starting to unbutton his shirt. "I've
never seen you naked," she said. "I want to."

He swallowed. "O-okay." I caught the nervous glance in my direction.

Amy tugged his shirt off, and knelt in front of him, unzipping his pants
and tugging them down. I could see the bulge in the front of his briefs.

"Mmm," she said, in that husky tone that always drove me wild.

Tom swallowed again. "What--" He stopped, lowering his voice even further,
so that I had to strain to hear him. "What if she wakes up?"

I was surprised; I'd thought his lack of protest when they came in
indicated that she'd already told him, but apparently it was just that his
desire for her overwhelmed anything else.

Well. I certainly couldn't fault him for _that_ without being a complete
hypocrite.

Amy chuckled again, and my nipples tightened at the sound of it. God, I
wanted her. I'd thought the night would be hard because I'd have to watch
them, and I was right.

I was just wrong about _why_ it would be hard.

I had to remind myself, very firmly, that no, I couldn't join them. Not
tonight. I was almost sure he wouldn't freak, honestly, but almost wasn't
good enough, not for something like this.

"She's not asleep," Amy said huskily, and he jerked, his hands
instinctively moving to cover himself.

"But--"

Amy pressed a finger to his lips. "This was her price for helping us and
covering for us with our parents," she said, in that same, smoky tone. "She
gets to watch."

He swallowed. "And... you're okay with that?" he asked, his voice uneven.

She licked her lips, pulling his hands away from his crotch. "Honestly...
it's kind of a turn-on," she said. "It's... kinky."

He swallowed again, looking at me, and I met his eyes, knowing he'd see the
light reflecting off of mine even if he could see nothing else.

"I... I thought you weren't... interested in guys," he said.

I thought about how to answer that. "It's complicated," I finally said.
"Maybe I'll tell you about it someday, but for now... I want to watch. I
want to see what it's like."

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "Okay," he said, finally, looking
down at Amy, who had wrapped her hand around his cock through his briefs.
"As long as it's what you want, love, I'm okay with it."

She smiled, slowly, lazily, dangerously, and began pulling his briefs down.
"I want," she said. "But you may have trouble walking when I'm done. I
really, really, _really_ liked the dildo last night...."

He let out a small, whimpering noise, as she lowered her mouth over his
cock.

His cock. It was the first one I'd ever seen in real life, and I wondered
what it would be like to touch it. Not sexually, exactly-- it didn't turn
me on, although watching Amy did; it was more an intellectual curiosity.
What would it feel like in my hand? It wouldn't be like the dildo, I knew--
for one thing, it would be warm, and it wouldn't be smooth like the
plastic.

Maybe I'd ask her if I could find out sometime, once he knew about us. I
didn't think I was interested in doing what she was doing, and definitely
not... fucking him, but I did kind of want to see what it would feel like.

And I desperately wanted to have a closer look at what she was doing,
because watching her do it was turning me on so bad. Better yet, I wanted
to touch her while she did it, slide my hand down between her legs and play
with her pussy while she did it.

Tom looked up from the sight of her mouth sliding down over his cock,
glancing my way, and his gaze jerked down to my waist in shock. I realized
that I had my hand between my legs, playing with myself, and the motion
must have been visible through the covers.

I froze, my cheeks flaming, and then, defiantly, met his gaze, and began
moving my fingers again. He'd already seen it; if it was going to be a
problem, it was too late to do anything about it now.

He groaned, closing his eyes, and Amy pulled back, just the head of his
cock in her mouth, her hand sliding up and down the shaft. I didn't realize
what was happening at first, until I saw her swallow, and I bit my lip and
came.

Maybe she'd let me be the one jerking him off into her mouth? It was such
a... nasty thought. And then maybe he could fuck her while she was eating
me.

Oh god.

I wasn't going to make it through the night. I was going to either die, or
spill the beans, barring a miracle.

Amy pulled back, moving her head so that the light from the window hit the
head of his cock, and slowly, deliberately, pumped her hand up the shaft,
milking a bead of cum out of it.

And then, just as slowly, just as deliberately, she leaned forward, stuck
out her tongue, and licked the cum off of the head of his cock.

Oh god.

She looked up at him. "Will you fuck me now?" she asked. "I want you. I
want you to fuck me. I want you to make love to me. I want to feel your
cock inside me."

I couldn't have resisted, if I'd been Tom, and he proved that while he
might be a complete boy scout, he was no Superman. He pulled her up,
kissing her passionately-- and getting extra points from me for being
willing to do so after he'd just come in her mouth-- and unzipped her
dress.

I don't know if he was expecting her to have been naked underneath it, but
she was, and when he realized it, he took a step back, an audible hitch in
his breathing as he looked at her.

I recognized the look. It was the same one I wore, every time I saw her
like that, and the last of my reservations melted away.

If he could handle our relationship, he was good enough for Amy. I just
hoped he could.

He stared at her for several seconds, his gaze hungrily roaming over her
body. "God, Amy, you're beautiful."

She flushed. "I'm... thanks," she said.

He stepped forward, cupping her cheek, his cock pressed against her
stomach, and kissed her gently.

"I love you," he said. "And if you aren't absolutely sure you want this, if
you have any misgivings at all, then we don't do it."

Definitely good enough.

"I'm sure," she said, laying back on the bed and spreading her legs. He
moved to kneel down in front of her, but she stopped him. "I don't need you
to eat me," she said. "I need you to put that inside me. Please...."

He swallowed. "Oh, god," he whispered, moving in between her legs.

Amy reached down and clearly aimed him where she wanted him. "Will you do
it?" she asked. "Will you be the first man to make love to me?"

"Yes," he whispered, and pressed, sliding into her. She let out a small
whimper, but her legs were already around his hips, and she didn't let him
stop, pulling herself up onto him.

"Do it," Amy said. "Fuck me. Make love to me. Love me."

"I do," he said. "Oh god, I do."

He started slowly, but before long, he was fucking her hard, slamming into
her, and my hands were moving just as fast between my legs. I had my legs
pulled up, two fingers in my cunt and the other hand rubbing my clit.

Amy arched her back, raising her chest and throwing her head back, and
came, crying out, and I bit my lip as I came with her. Tom groaned, pushing
hard inside her, and stilled. It took me a second to realize that he had
come too, but then, he could actually _feel_ Amy's cunt clenching around
his cock. Of course he did.

He lowered himself onto her, kissing her softly, murmuring in her ear, and
her hands stroked his back. I knew men had to wait a while after they came,
so I was surprised when just a minute or so later, he began moving again.

"Mmm..." Amy said. "Can we try something?"

"Sure," Tom said.

"Roll us over. I want to see what it's like from on top."

My eyes slid closed for just a second. Oh, god... this was going to be hot.

He apparently agreed, because when I opened my eyes again, he was rolling
them over. As he did so, he glanced in my direction, and gasped.

Amy looked over at me, and smirked. "You're _my_ boyfriend," she said. "But
I guess I can't blame you for looking."

I flushed. I hadn't even noticed when I kicked off the covers, leaving me
completely bare, my hands completely exposed.

"Just don't look _too_ long," Amy warned, raising her arms above her head
and stretching, arching her back and thrusting her breasts forward. "I'd
hate to get bored."

And then she squirmed, moving her hips in a little circle, and he groaned,
looking up at her.

"I don't want her," he said. "I want you."

Amy chuckled, leaning over to kiss him. "Bullshit," she said. "You _want_
her. Of course you want her. You're male, straight, and breathing. You just
aren't the kind of scum who would _do_ anything about it."

I thought it really wasn't fair of her, making him think while she was
sitting on his cock like that. I was pretty sure that if I was in his
position, with just the dildo in me, I wouldn't have been able to.

Sometimes Amy is just a little bit evil. I've never been able to decide if
it was a good thing or a bad thing.

She straightened, her face taking on a look of concentration, and began to
move more seriously on him, holding herself up by placing her hands on the
bed above his shoulders and sliding up and down on his cock, her breasts
brushing against his face, and he groaned.

"You... like... this position?" she asked, and he nodded. She gasped as his
mouth found her nipple, and his hands grasped her ass, allowing him the
leverage to push himself up into her.

Watching the two of them was hot; watching her breasts sway in his face
like that was _really_ hot, and I thought that we'd be trying that position
in the very near future.

Like five minutes after he was out of the door, if she wasn't too sore.

"So... do... I," she gasped out, slamming herself down on him hard with
every word. "I'm... gonna... _come!_"

She did, pressing herself down on him and grinding against him. I watched
him grit his teeth, as if trying not to come yet, and then he groaned,
clearly having lost the battle.

"Oh... _yes_," she moaned. "I can feel it, hot and wet and squirting in
me...."

I came with them, three fingers shoved up inside me, the bed soaked with my
juices.

Amy laid down on top of him, snuggling against him, and kissed him for a
few minutes. After a while, she raised her head and licked her lips. "Do
you think you could manage one more time?" she asked.

He swallowed. "Probably," he said.

"Oh, goody!" Amy gave him a smile that would have crinkled my nipples if
they hadn't already been hard. "I want you to fuck me from behind."

He groaned, his eyes half closed. "Ohh yeah," he said. "I'll need a few
more minutes, though."

She raised up on her hands and knees, licking her lips. "Let me see if I
can help," she said, crawling backwards, and then lowered her head,
sticking her tongue out and licking his cock from the base all the way to
the head.

It twitched. I think he could have been _dead_ and it would have twitched.
_My cunt_ twitched, and she wasn't even touching it. I could see his cock
glistening with the mixture of his cum and her cunt juices, and I watched
as she licked it clean, one long, slow lick at a time.

By the time she was finished, he was hard again, and she simply turned on
the bed so that she was on her hands and knees... facing me. He glanced at
me, his gaze stopping briefly at my crotch, where my hands were still
moving, and moved behind her.

"You want her to see it, don't you?" he whispered, just loud enough for me
to hear. "You like being watched, don't you? You want her to see your tits
swinging when I fuck you...."

Amy groaned, pushing back against him. "Maybe you should ask her to come
closer," he said, and I froze. Had he figured it out?

"She could watch you getting fucked, and you could watch her fingering
herself," he said. "It would be very, very naughty."

She looked up at me, sheer hunger in her eyes, and I surprised myself by
speaking.

"No... no touching," I said, my voice rough. "Just watching."

"Just watching," he agreed. "You wouldn't... really... be doing anything.
Just watching."

I couldn't believe it even as I got off the bed and walked across the
floor, laying down in the patch of light just in front of the bed. "You can
watch too," I told him. "But just watching. No touching."

"No touching," he agreed, a touch of wonder in his eyes, as I pulled the
pillows off of the bed and piled them up behind me.

Amy whimpered, pushing back against him, and he reached down, positioning
himself. As I started to stroke myself again, he began stroking into her,
and her eyes half-closed. "Oh... yes," she hissed, fucking back against
him. "So good. So naughty. You in me, and... mmm... _you_ in front of me,
doing yourself. So very, very naughty... oh, god, don't stop. I'm going to
come, so hard...."

And she did. She came hard, her eyes locked on my face, and she didn't
_stop_ coming, over and over again, loud enough that I was glad that we
didn't have any neighbors on that side of the house, tears running down her
cheeks as she gripped the blankets in her fists.

And I came, watching her. Not as hard as she did, or as long, but I came,
and just as I was coming down, Tom came inside her, and her cries
redoubled, before she suddenly went limp, almost sliding off the bed before
I caught her, her face pressed awkwardly against my breasts.

"What happened?" Tom asked, worriedly, sliding his arm around her waist to
take some of her weight off of me so that I could lift her back onto the
bed.

"Apparently, you're... very good," I said, carefully not looking at him. "I
think you made her, um, come so hard she passed out."

"Oh," he said, blushing. "Um."

I made certain that Amy was securely on the bed before looking at him.

"Tom," I said, seriously, "I want to say... thank you. For making this so
special for her, and for, um, letting me watch. And not freaking out that I
wanted to."

He didn't say anything for a minute. "It was a little weird," he finally
said. "But... it didn't hurt anything, and she told me how you were the one
who set up all the candles and everything. I don't know if I would have
agreed if I didn't know you weren't interested in guys, though. I would
have been afraid you'd want to, um, participate, and this was her night."

I thought about that for a bit. "I'm not interested in guys, you're right,"
I said. "But even if I was... this was her night. I wouldn't have
interfered. I guess, after seeing how much she liked it, I might have asked
her if I could borrow you some _other_ night, but not tonight."

He glanced at Amy, then looked at me a bit worriedly. "Are you okay with...
everything?" he asked. "I think I kind of got carried away there at the
end."

I nodded. "I'm fine," I said. "It was... kind of exciting. I mean, I knew
you could both see me when I was on the bed, but I wasn't... putting on a
show or anything, like I was at the end."

He flushed. "Well, um, don't take this the wrong way, but... that was
_really_ hot," he said. "I mean, _really_ hot."

"It was," Amy said weakly. "What happened?"

"You, um, kind of passed out," he said.

"Oh." She bit her lip. "Are you... okay with everything?"

Tom smiled. "Yeah," he said. "I didn't get too carried away? This isn't
going to be a... a problem for the two of you?"

Amy shook her head. "No. As long as it's not a problem for _us_."

"It's not," he said. "Your sister is really, really hot... but you're the
one I love."

"Awww..." Amy said. "You're sweet." She pulled him down to kiss him, then
sighed. "But I think you have to go, because if you don't, I'm going to
want more, and I don't know that we _wouldn't_ get too carried away this
time. And I don't want to do anything that would cause us problems."

Tom looked disappointed for a moment, but nodded. "I'd argue with you, but
I think you're right," he said. "Besides, I think I'd regret it in the
morning if we did. Well, not regret it, exactly, but... I'm already sore."

Amy giggled. "_You're_ sore? I got carried away with a dildo last night,
remember?" she said. "I was sore to _start_ with. Which is another reason
we shouldn't again."

"Yeah." He sighed. "I like this. I wish I could spend the night."

"Me too," Amy said, and bit her lip. "Maybe... we could rent a hotel room
for Prom night. We could actually sleep together, not just, you know."

"Maybe," he said. "We'd have to figure out a way to get our parents to
agree."

Amy glanced at me, and I nodded. "Our parents won't be a problem," I said.
"Mom knew what Amy had planned for tonight. I just had to convince her that
it wasn't a bad idea, and that you were, well, good enough for Amy."

Tom stared at me in shock. "Really?"

I nodded. "I don't know if Dad knows or not, but I'm sure Mom can bring him
around by then."

"Oh." He looked startled, as if struck by something. "You convinced your
Mom I was good enough for Amy?"

I nodded again. "Yeah."

"Oh." He blushed. "Thank you."

I smiled. "It was easy," I said. "You are. If I'd had any worries, the way
you looked at her tonight would have gotten rid of them."

"Oh."

Amy squirmed. "Okay, you really have to go," she said. "Because if you
don't, I really am going to jump you again. And I think that would be a bad
idea."

He sighed. "Yeah."

Amy closed her eyes as he stood up. "I'm not looking, I'm not looking," she
repeated. "God, I _want_ to look, but I'm not looking..."

I eyed her thoughtfully as I pulled a long t-shirt on. "I think I'd better
be the one to walk you to the door," I told Tom. "I'm afraid she might rape
you on the front porch otherwise."

He sighed heavily. "I guess so," he said, tucking his shirt in his pants
and zipping them up. "Is it safe for me to give her a kiss goodnight?"

I pretended to think about it, ignoring Amy's petulant, "I'm right here,
you know!"

"Probably," I said. "Since I'll be right here to pry her off of you if I
need to."

He bent over, kissing Amy slowly, gently. "Thank you," he told her,
seriously. "This has been the most incredible night of my life. I love you
so much I can't even tell you."

She looked up at him, her eyes filling with tears. "I love you too," she
said. "And I can't even tell you how good this was. But I know that it
_wouldn't_ have been this good if you didn't love me."

I sniffled a little as they kissed again, and Tom stood up with a sigh. "I
have to go," he said reluctantly.

"I know," Amy said.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

I sighed. I hated to interrupt them, but if I didn't they were clearly
going to do this all night.

"Okay," I said, taking Tom's hand. "You have to go now." I tugged him
toward the door.

"Meanie," Amy accused. "You're stealing my boyfriend!"

"You can have him back later," I said. "I promise I'll return him unharmed
and unmolested."

"Hmph. You'd _better_," she said, before ruining the effect with a giggle.
"She's right, though," Amy sighed. "You do have to go."

"Yeah," Tom sighed. "Okay. Lead me to my fate."

I did so, stopping in the living room. "Tom?" I asked.

"Hmm?"

"I don't want to give you the wrong idea, okay?" I said. He had enough time
to look confused before I kissed him firmly. "I'm still not interested in
guys, or attracted to men, okay? _That_ was for being so good to Amy."

"Oh. Um. Thanks?" he said, still off-balance.

"It really is complicated," I said. "But I think, after tonight, I'll be
explaining it eventually. Just... not yet."

"Sue," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "You don't have to tell me
anything you don't want. You don't owe me anything."

"Yes, I do," I said, sniffling. "I do, I just... I can't explain it, not
yet. I'm sorry, I just... can't."

"No, you don't," he said, then looked uncomfortable. "Did someone... hurt
you? Is there anything I can do to help?"

I smiled through my tears, hating that we had to keep lying to him. "No.
It's nothing like that, it's just... complicated. I want to tell you, but I
just... can't. Not yet. Even though it's not fair to you not to."

"You don't have to," he said. "I trust you, Sue."

I took his face in my hands, and kissed him again, softly. "Thank you, Tom.
If... if I _was_ interested in guys, I think I'd be fighting over you with
Amy."

He flushed. "Then I think I'm glad you aren't," he said. "I couldn't stand
it if I caused the two of you problems."

"You're better than I deserve," I said. "You're good enough for Amy."

"Hey," he said, cupping my cheek. "You deserve someone at least as good.
And someday you'll find her, trust me."

I sniffled again. "You really are good enough for Amy," I repeated, rubbing
the tears away from my eyes. "But you'd better go before she thinks I'm
trying to turn you into a girl so I can steal you."

He laughed. "I guess you wish I had a twin sister then?" he joked, as he
reached for the door.

"Something like that," I smiled. "Something like that."

***

When I got back to the bedroom, Amy was playing with herself. She looked up
at me with hooded eyes. "I want you," she said.

I licked my lips as I pulled the t-shirt over my head. "God, I want _you_.
It was torture, being so close, but not being able to touch you...."

She smiled. "Sue?" she said. "Would you do something for me? Something...
_really_ naughty? Something _really_ kinky?"

"What?" I asked, my heart beating faster.

"Would you lick my pussy?"

I almost asked her why that would be kinky, and then I realized I could see
Tom's cum oozing out of it even from where I was. I suppose I should have
been repulsed, since I wasn't interested in men, but I wasn't.

I was turned on. Really, really turned on. Even compared to when I'd
stepped into the room.

I took a step forward, kneeling on the bed, and then stopped.

"I don't think I can," I said, feeling like I was about to cry.

"Oh," Amy said, disappointed. "Well, I guess I kind of half expected you
wouldn't want to, since you don't like guys--"

I shook my head. "No," I said. "It's not that."

"Then... what?" she asked.

"It's Tom," I said. "I don't think I should do that until he knows about
us. And I think he should probably be there the first time I do it. I...
really want to, but I don't think I should until then."

Amy squeezed her eyes shut in frustration. "_Fuck_," she said, then sighed.
"You're right, though. If he knows we've been waiting to do that until he
could watch, he'll probably feel better about us not having told him."

I nodded. "I want to. God, I want to. I just can't."

"Then get over here and let me eat you," Amy said. "And you can at least
finger me until I'm not going to die of frustration."

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