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Stassie

“How fucking dare you.” I glare at Archibald II. He’s named after the cat we got when we were little because my sister lacked the originality to come up with another.

Meow.

I scoff, crossing my arms. “Don’t talk back to me. I thought we were friends. And you betray me like this? Not cool.”

My eyes roam over my broken diffuser and prickles of discomfort scatter over my skin. I have the same routine every night. Lights turned to low blue, my sleep blend of oil drops in my diffuser, thunderstorm playlist on my white noise machine. I’d spent the majority of the afternoon unpacking my essentials to ensure I didn’t disrupt this routine because I need sleep. I’m barely a pleasant person to deal with on a normal day; adding sleep deprivation would be cruel to others.

I blow out a breath and pick up the pieces, grimacing when I see the base is cracked and there’s no way to use it tonight.

It’s okay. It’s fine.

I can sleep without it for one night.

It’s okay, I got this.

I flip off the cat sitting on my dresser, who I swear glares back, and toss my diffuser in the small trash can under my desk. Pulling my long dark hair into a ponytail, I try to remember what box I packed my favorite candles in. It’s a limited edition scent that I rarely light because I’m not spending thirty dollars to buy up extras on the internet, but I could light one of the three I have for a bit, just to get a little aroma going in the room.

Archibald hops off my dresser, jumping across to land on my bed before heading to the nightstand. I scramble to stop him just as he bumps into my white noise machine. Diving, I land on the padded carpet in a giant hmph, but grin when I catch my little speaker. I hold it up, taunting the big orange fluff ball.

“I win. Now fuck off, you spawn of Satan.”

He meows back, but I swear it’s cat for fuck you . He jumps off, trotting out of my room while I watch with a scowl. My sister adopted him right before she moved out with her boyfriend, Ryker. Actually, he was a large part of why Mary was kicked out since he peed in our mom’s work shoes. I thought it was hilarious, but now he seems to have targeted me as his next victim, and I’m no longer amused.

Shutting the door, I change into my oversized band t-shirt and tight bike shorts, because they’re the best to sleep in. I don’t care what anyone says, but I flip and flop too much, and anything loose catches. Catching a twisted seam up my ass is not how I like to be woken up.

I grab the box I’d shoved under the bed earlier before my sister could see because I would rather die than explain what half of it is. If I know one thing about my sister, she’s not adventurous in any sense. My ex-boyfriend may have sucked in the romance department, but he sure made up for it in bed. And he opened my eyes to the wonderful world of toys.

Shuffling through the pile of sex toys, I grab my favorite one. A mid-size vibrator with thrusting action and clit stimulator. This baby gets me off like a rocket. I turn off the lights, and turn on my white noise machine before settling under the sheets. If I can’t have my diffuser, an orgasm should be enough to relax me. Scrolling through my favorite Reddit pages, I struggle to find something I haven’t already watched, my mood diminishing by the second.

After an unsuccessful hunt to find anything that gets me going, I stuff my vibrator under my pillow and roll on my side, tucking the comforter into my arms and pulling it against my chest. Usually, I’d have a large weighted elephant, but I packed her somewhere and I didn’t manage to find her tonight. I resort to my second go-to, imagining fake scenarios in my mind where I get absolutely railed into oblivion.

I pick up my phone and groan when I see it’s only been twenty minutes since I last checked, and I give in and text my sister, who surprisingly answers back immediately.

Me

Heyyyyyyy. I have a question.

Mary

No, Archibald doesn’t sleep outside.

I’m not sure what it says about me that my own flesh and blood assumes I’d banish her pet, but then I remember who the menace really is. And it’s not a cute fluffy cat, that’s for sure.

Me

hadn’t even thought about it until you mentioned it. But now that you did…

Mary

I promise you his revenge will be worse. What’s your real question, Stassie? I only have a few minutes left of my break.

Me

Your demon spawn broke my diffuser and I’m trying to sleep without it, but I can’t. Do you still have the one I gifted you for christmas?

Mary

:( Sorry. I’ll buy you a new one. And yeah, I only use it when one of us is sick. It’s on my nightstand. I sleep on the right side and the plug is hard to reach because of where the outlet is. Best way is reaching between the mattress and wall from above, lined up right under my pillow. Call me if you can’t find it.

Me

you’re the best. Thx! LYLAS

Mary

I am your sister. Love you too.

Opening Mary’s bedroom, I feel along the wall for the light switch and give up when I can’t find it. My dumb ass left my phone in my room, or I could have used that instead. When we moved my stuff into her and her boyfriend’s apartment this morning, I only briefly glanced inside so I have a hazy memory of where things are.

I leave the door cracked, letting a small amount of the hallway’s light into the dark room and walk behind the door. I know my sister’s bed is on the far right, and I carefully put out my hand until I find the edge of the mattress. I bump into the soft, quilted comforter and smile. Almost there. She said she sleeps on the right side and I just have to fish out the plug from beneath the headboard, right under her pillow.

I glide my hand along until I find the corner of the bed, then crawl up the mattress. My eyes are starting to adjust to the darkness and I can kind of make out the shape of a fluffy square. At the same time, the lump of darkness I hadn’t bothered to acknowledge turns to face me with a groan.

“Mary?” a groggy voice says.

Oh my god. Ryker is home? Since when?

Fuck it, it doesn’t matter. I just need to get out before he realizes it’s me.

I stay still, my muscles locking, and hope he goes back to sleep, instead of wondering why his girlfriend's little sister is crawling into bed with him. I grimace at that conversation oh sorry for waking you I can’t sleep unless I’m hotboxing my room with an oil blend . Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to hear that.

After a few moments, his breathing evens out and I scoot up the rest of the way to the headboard on my stomach.

Reaching down, I follow the cord to the plug and yank it out of the socket. At the same time a hand slides down my back and squeezes my ass. I freeze in shock.

“It’s been a while and I need you,” Ryker says as he moves closer. He tugs on my hip, turns me onto my side, and fits his body along my back. His thick erection presses against my ass as his hand skims down my stomach and starts to peel my shorts off. My heart is in my throat, beating wildly as I try to comprehend what’s happening. My body won't move, unsure how to voice I’m not who he thinks I am just as his fingers sweep through my folds, and I gasp at how wet I am. Jesus, am I turned on by the thought of being fucked by my sister’s boyfriend? What’s wrong with me?

“Shh. You know the neighbors can hear us,” he whispers as his arm works its way under my neck and his hand covers my mouth. My eyes widen in shock because I never took him as a lemme cover your mouth while fucking you kind of guy, but here we are.

Ryker kicks my shorts away and pulls my leg over his thigh, his fingers opening me up as I feel his hot, hard cock sliding between my cheeks and the tip of him pressing against my entrance.

Oh god, oh god. This is happening. I need to stop it before he?—

Ryker thrusts into me, shoving his cock a few inches inside, and my cry is muffled under his palm.

Fuck he’s big and thick. He’s stretching me open like I’ve never felt before.

He groans into my neck. “Fuck, you’ve never felt so tight and wet.”

A normal person would probably be disgusted to be compared to their sister, but I preen with pride and then hate myself for it. I hate to admit that the first time I met Ryker, I was jealous that my sister got such a hot boyfriend. He’s the epitome of all man crushes with his bright green eyes and dark hair. A sharp jaw covered in a neatly trimmed beard, and dimples that form when he smiles. While he’s not tattooed like my typical fantasies, it’s probably for the best because a man shouldn’t be allowed to be so hot.

“You gotta relax a bit. You’re strangling my cock,” Ryker whispers as he starts pumping in and out of me. He pulls my leg tighter into the crook of his arm as his hand slides up to cup my breast under my shirt. I’ve never been handled like this, perfectly placed and trapped so he can use me however he wants.

His fingers twist my taut nipple and my pussy flutters. If he turns me onto my back and sucks it into his mouth, I’ll probably come on the spot. There’s nothing I love more than my nipples being played with.

I push my ass into him and he takes the hint, picking up the pace and pounding his cock into me harder.

He lets go of my breasts, moving his hand down until it’s spread wide on my lower belly, holding me against his body as he thrusts, filling me repeatedly. I arch a tiny bit away, moving my hips, and we both gasp when I feel the protruding tip of his cock meeting his palm through my skin. I groan, my nails digging into his arm as he does it over and over again.

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m going to—” He cuts off, his fingers sliding to rub at my clit as his cock swells larger.

The truth is that he doesn’t need to bother because the thought of him coming inside me has me exploding. Waves of pleasure crash into me, the scream building in my throat stopping short as I struggle to breath.

“Fuck, yes,” Ryker grunts, his panting rasps fanning over my neck as he pounds into my pussy through my release. Then he stills, and my eyes roll back as he starts coming with a long, drawn-out groan. His cock throbs and pulsates, dumping his cum inside me. It spills over and over and leaks onto my thigh.

The hand holding my face drops onto the bed as we lie there unmoving, catching our breath. Ryker’s thumb rubs circles on my stomach and my eyes feel heavy. It may not have been a marathon session, but god it took a lot out of me. Blinking becomes harder as I continue to lie in his arms, enjoying the soft kisses on my shoulders. I need to get up and…I need to get up. I don’t remember when I fall asleep, but I remember that when I do, Ryker’s cock is still stuffed inside me.