I laid Aliza against the sheets and took a moment to gaze at her by the soft glow of a salt lamp, taking her in. It was the only thing I could do as I brushed my hand over the soft curves of her face, pressing her hair back.

She smiled at me even as she seemed to fall away, deeper into the sheets. 

I smiled back and then kissed her soft lips softly.

We had the night to ourselves, more or less. Mom and Dad were out, Kelly had the car, and here I was kissing Aliza. I pressed my hands up her shirt. Her skin, her body, she was so soft beneath my touch, and I kept kissing her, even as I wrapped a hand over the dense fabric of her bra.

She arched up, pressing her body against mine as she kissed me, and I reached behind her. It was a simple maneuver that Mom and Kels had helped me master, but I unclasped her bra, letting it spring loose.

There was something different about the way I shared my love with Aliza that I couldn’t identify, but I loved it all the same. My blood tingled differently when I touched her. She was so wildly different from Kelly or Mom. She was a distinct feeling, but one that I loved every moment of.

I kissed her once more.

“I love you, Jessy,” Aliza said, letting it out in a breath.

I smiled as I pulled back from her. Her brown eyes stared into mine and I brushed her hair back once more. “I love you, too.”

She smiled and made it so I couldn't help but kiss her again. How was she so fucking beautiful and mine? She was all I wanted to think about. She was so hot against me as I kissed her and as I wrapped a hand around her breasts.

And then the front door slammed.

Aliza jumped. “You said we had the house to ourselves.”

“We should.” Fuck if that was my father…. He was the only one out of the loop.

“Jessy!” Kelly screamed, and a breath left my body.

“Fuck,” I swore. 

Aliza settled back against the sheets, taking deep breaths, and struck her head with the back of her hand as she rolled her eyes.

She shook her head. “Don't worry about it,” she said, and pulled me back down to her, kissing me again, fighting to get back to where we were.

I kissed her back, but the next thing I heard was Kelly running up the stairs. 

“Jessy!” she screamed again and burst into my room throwing on the light. I closed my eyes and rolled over as she face planted onto the bed.

So much for a romantic night with Aliza.

I took a deep breath. “Yes, Kelly?” I asked, sitting up, and Aliza fixed her shirt. 

It took me a moment to see that her hands were clenched into fists as sobs wracked through her body. All of my annoyance at the situation melted away; it was replaced by something far more primal and pissed. 

“Kelly, what's wrong?” I demanded.

She just looked at me, red in the face, tears streaming from her eyes.

“Jessy, why do men fucking suck?”

I closed my eyes—mixed company.

“Kels, what's wrong?” Aliza asked this time.

She shook her head. “I did it. I fucking did it, and now I hate myself and”—she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. 

“Kels, what happened?” I asked again. 

“I did it. Derek and I, we had sex. We… ugh, it was terrible. He was terrible.”

“Did he hurt you?”

She shook her head. “No, no… nothing like that, but… he told me I wasn't any good, and we argued. He ended up calling me a slut because he didn't think I was a virgin, and…."

“I mean, you aren't a virgin,” Aliza said.

“Yes, thank you. I know I’m not a fucking virgin, Aliza. But him, Derek Benson, calling me a slut. Derek Fucking Benson. He called me a slut and… fuck, I slapped him.”

Some part of me wanted to cheer, but my heart just broke.

“Really?” Aliza asked, smiling, and Kelly nodded.

“I mean, I have had sex with like three people, and two of them are in this bed. I've only known one other man and—"

“Kels,” I begged.

“I'm so pissed. He has the nerve to call me, me, a slut.”

I hung my head. What was I supposed to say? That I hated the guy? That he was a piece of shit? I'd said all of that. There was nothing I could say that I hadn't said about him before.

“I'm so sorry, Jessy,” Kelly said, and she leaped up to wrap her arms around me. She sobbed against my shoulder, and I wrapped my arms around her, trying to comfort her.

I didn't say anything, and Aliza just watched. I met her eye. What was I supposed to say?

“Dammit, Jessy, I'm so sorry!” Kelly said through her sobs. 

She held me tighter as she drove her nails into me, pulling at me.

“Kels, I don't know what to–"

“I’m just so sorry,” she said. “Can you forgive me?”

I moved my hands to her shoulders and pressed her away from me. “Kels, there’s nothing to forgive.”

Another sob wracked through her as she met my eyes. “Can you still love me?”

I glanced over at Aliza, who gave me the most subtle nod.

“That’s a stupid fucking question.”

Kelly leaped forward, pressed herself against me, and wrapped her arms around me once more as another sob wracked through her.

I held her there. What was I supposed to do? She knew all of my feelings. She knew everything that I might want to say. I had said everything I had to say and now the son of a bitch had followed through and did everything he could to break her heart and was ruining my night by extension, but I ran my hands down her back.

“Kels, I'm sorry,” Aliza said and drew nearer. An illicit thrill ran down my spine just from the closeness.

Kelly was still sobbing when she let go of me and latched onto Aliza. 

Aliza stroked her hair and then looked at me with a voiceless ‘what the fuck,’ in her eyes.

Kelly took a deep breath and pushed Aliza away from her. She crisscrossed her legs and sat between us with her face in her hands.

She took another deep breath.

“It's so much fucking bullshit,” Kelly swore and slammed her hands down.

I reached for her shoulder.

“You know, the only reason I'm not a virgin is because I wanted to be good for him. I wanted to be good for him because he's a slut and men are fucking impossible. They hate it if you’re not good enough, but they're all fucking cherry collectors and, FUCK!”

“You're going to be okay, Kels,” Aliza said. “I'm going to make sure of it.”

“How? How am I going to be okay?”

I shook my head. She would be okay because I would set it straight, but I couldn’t say that. “Kels, you've already known that you fucked up,” I said, and she turned her glare on me.

"I didn't fuck up," she said and drew her wrist beneath her eye.

“Yes, you did. You said it yourself. You said that you fucked up with Mom.”

This time she stared at me, and then her tears came harder. 

“Yes, fine! I fucked up with Mom, and I fucked with you because now you're so in love with Aliza and I fucked up with Aliza because now she is so in love with you and–”

“Oh, Kels, do shut up,” Aliza said. She grabbed Kelly's face, pulled her near, and laid one on her lips. I flinched back and then, for a moment, I just stared, at least until Kelly reached up and shoved Aliza back.

“Kels,” Aliza begged.

Kelly stared for a moment. Something might have flashed in her eyes, but that was all it was. “You're right,” she said. “I did fuck up.”

This time it was Kelly who shoved, carrying Aliza down to the sheets, and kissed her hard, pressing her hands under Aliza’s shirt, pressing over her skin. Her hands clutched like claws over my girlfriend's breasts and somehow, I was powerless as I watched the will pour from Kelly and become her work.

Aliza's body arched up, and Kelly took every advantage. She drew back in that instant, wrapped her hands around the hems of Aliza's loose-fitting shirt, and hurled it off and away from her before also discarding her bra, freeing Aliza’s firm breasts. Then she kissed her hard once more. 

I couldn't help myself. I fell forward and kissed Aliza's soft skin. I took an erect nipple into my mouth and sucked on her gently. Aliza moaned beneath me, then reached out, pawing for me, until she connected, grabbed my shirt, and hauled me close. 

She broke her kiss with Kels and kissed me softly. I took in the taste of her lips as she wrapped a hand around my head. I took in the taste of her tongue as she pressed it into my mouth.

Kelly placed her hands on my shoulder and pressed, throwing me off Aliza and putting me onto my back. 

“I know where to find a better man than that asshole anyway,” Kelly said. She threw a leg over me, grabbed my shirt, and pulled it off. She looked down at me, biting her lip, smiling. 

“My man,” Aliza said.

“Our man,” Kelly corrected, and hurled my shirt across the room.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, and Kelly stared down at me. She smiled as she fell upon me, kissing me hard as she ran her hands over my body.

I shivered. The taste of salt and tears and sex lingered on her lips, but I kissed her still, tasting her. She was so familiar, and yet it had been so long.

Reaching up, I wrapped an arm around her, pulled her closer, and kissed her harder. The taste on her lips changed slowly, and I kissed her again.

“Get off my boyfriend,” Aliza said, shoving. I nearly flipped over right with Kelly with the way I was holding on, but Kelly fell away, laughing.

“He was mine first,” Kelly said. “He was always mine first.” She stared Aliza down as she reached down to my jeans and pressed against the bulge in my pants, stroking me through the dense fabric, and she chuckled. “I only let you have him.”

“We’ll see about that,” Aliza said. She fell upon me and kissed me hard once more.

She cast a leg over me, straddling me, and then she kissed me again, pressing her body against mine. Her soft breasts pressed against my bare chest, and I took in the heat from her body. I pulled from her as she kissed me.

“You want him like that, baby? You think that makes him yours?” Kelly asked.

“Mmm, he is mine, baby. Right, Jessy?”

“Oh, I’m yours, Aliza.” I kissed her once more and drew her in, taking more of her into me.

I almost didn’t recognize the tugging at my waist, the unbuckling of my belt as Kelly fought to undo the clasp of my jeans.

I couldn’t fight her. I didn’t know how. I couldn’t fight her the night she came up here wanting to ‘practice,’ and now, even with Aliza on top of me, I couldn’t fight her.

I lifted my hips for only a moment, and Kelly wrapped her fingertips around my jeans, around my belt, around my boxers, and dragged them all down.

My hard cock flopped out.

I pulled Aliza down to me and kissed her harder, tasting her tongue, her mouth. I wanted all of her. And somehow, I wanted Kelly, too. I didn’t let Aliza know, but then I moaned as Kelly wrapped her lips around my length.

My head fell back. “Oh my god,” I moaned, as she started sucking on me.

“You like that, baby?” Aliza asked. “Do you like how she sucks you? Do you like how I kiss you?”

Kelly sucked on me, working my length in her mouth, and I breathed into it. She pressed her tongue against the base of my cock and licked the whole way up my length. Her saliva dripped down my piece. She twisted her tongue around the head of my cock, flicking through the tip, taking away the pre-cum that dripped, and she kept sucking on me.

“Fuck, she’s so good at it, Aliza. She’s so good at it,” I said, even as I reached down her body and grabbed a handful of her ass.

I shook as Kelly kept sucking on me, twisting her tongue around my length. Fuck, how any man could say that she wasn’t enough was beyond me. She was more than enough. Aliza was more than enough. My head was spinning, but I wanted more.

Raising a hand, I brought it down against Aliza’s ass, spanking her, and grabbing a handful.

“Get these off, baby. Get these off,” I begged.

Heat radiated from between her thighs, and I wanted it against my skin. I wanted to feel her flowing juices. I wanted to taste her.

Aliza chuckled as she rubbed her body against mine, dry-humping me to near madness as Kelly continued to suck on me.

It wasn’t the night I had in mind, but it was shaping up better.

Aliza reached down, undoing her jeans, and I drove my fingertips down beneath the hems that were tight against her ass. Fuck, how did she even get them on? I pressed the hems down over her rounded ass.

Kelly pressed her tongue against my cock and rode up my length. Her saliva flowed off her tongue. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and then flicked her tongue through my tip once more before coming off me with a pop!

“Oh, let me help you, big brother,” Kelly said, purring.

She let go of a breath of hot air, moving up my length, and then came to rest at Aliza's ass. Her fingertips brushed against my hands as she took my charge away from me. She wrapped her hands around Aliza's jeans, wrapped her fingertips around her panties, and dragged them down, pulling them off, exposing the warm tones of Aliza's skin, exposing her body for what it was—beautiful.

I reached down and cupped her ass in my hands once more, kissing her, desperately.

“Mmm, it’s so pretty,” Kelly cooed.

The pressure of Aliza’s body against mine changed, and I took in the change in her breathing, the change in the way she pulled the breath from my body. I took in all of her, and I took in the way she moaned as she kissed me once more.

I looked up at her as she pressed her body against mine. Our kiss broke in that moment, and her lips parted as she gazed into my eyes.

“It’s so good, Jessy. It’s so good,” Aliza said. She arched back, pressing against me, and Kelly moaned as she took more of Aliza’s sex into her mouth.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Oh, she’s so good with her tongue, Jessy,” Aliza said, still gazing down at me.

“Mmm, Mom thinks so too." I reached up and wrapped an arm around Aliza, taking in just how soft her skin was beneath my touch. I pulled her down closer to me and kissed her again.

I had taken my moment, taken in what was happening, my little sister eating my girlfriend’s pussy, mere inches away from my throbbing cock.

Fuck, I wanted her mouth around me again.

Aliza moaned into my mouth, and Kelly wrapped her hand around my cock.

“Mmm,” Kelly moaned and came off of Aliza’s sex. The pressure of her body changed as she continued to stroke me. “Are you ready to take me back, Jessy?”

“Mmm, I don’t know if I can handle Derek’s sloppy seconds.”

“Oh, but I didn’t let him cum inside me, big brother.”

"Thank god," Aliza said and then kissed me again. She pressed her hips back, pressing her sex back toward Kelly, pressing against her face.

Kelly was struck, but then chuckled as she opened her mouth.

Aliza moaned softly, taking her in as she kissed me again. She worked her hips against Kelly’s face, against her tongue. Every rock brought her closer to my hard cock. It was a tease. She was right there. It was like the night of the sleepover all over again. She was right there, and yet she was in Kelly’s mouth instead of on my cock.

Aliza shook over top of me as she pulled the air from my chest, and rocked her hips harder, driving back. Kelly moaned and pulled her back, leaving my cock behind, and taking Aliza harder into her mouth. I kissed Aliza harder, even as her juices dripped from her body and fell upon me.

Something in me shook.

Aliza broke our kiss, and her face fell against my chest.

“Yes, Kels! Yes!” She pressed her cheek against my chest as she fought to breathe, and I felt every shudder move through her body.

“Mmm, so good, baby,” Kelly cooed.

“Oh, is this your way of apologizing, trying to steal my man?”

“Mmm, he’s my man, baby,” Kelly said, and in a moment, she parted her lips and took my length back into her mouth.

I was so sensitive. I was so hard. I needed her to suck me just as bad as I needed Aliza wrapped around me. I shook, and my head fell as I fell harder against the sheets as a moan escaped my body.

“Oh my god,” I moaned.

“Are you going to take her back, Jessy? Hmm, do you want her back?”

“Oh fuck,” I moaned. “Do you?”

“Mmm, I do, baby,” Aliza said and kissed me again.

Steadily, she dropped her hips down on me. She must have hit Kelly. How could she not have? But Kelly twisted her tongue around the head of my cock before coming off my length with a pop! She laughed as she took my cock in hand and Aliza pressed her body against me.

Her pussy was so wet as she pressed down against me.

“Mmm,” I moaned as her slit wrapped around me and she ground down against my length.

“Oh,” Aliza moaned, grinding against me. Kelly chuckled. She wrapped a hand around my balls, fondling them in...