There were also these articles about a new vigilante working with Glory Girl, some bug-controlling Master named Queen Bee who was tall with long, brown hair coming out the back of her costume. I knew that was Taylor, so I had to assume the name was Vicky's idea. I seriously doubted the name was Taylor's idea.
After all that, Taylor started spending more and more time with us, especially as our group of friends broke between Dean and Vicky. We used to be centered around Dean and Vicky, but now it was looking like Taylor and Vicky (and wasn't that parallel worrying). At movie nights, they started sitting a little closer every week. They started going out together without me; getting dinner, going shopping, even just walking around the Boardwalk.
Rumors started. People talked. They were dating, they were secret lesbian lovers, or that Dean had screwed up so hard Vicky swore off men altogether. As much as that last one amused (or was it aroused?) me, the other two gave me this stupid queasy feeling in my stomach.
It wasn't until she slept over about a month later that I realized there was more truth to the rumors than I thought. I hadn't been able to sleep at all, and I was getting ready to go out to do something, anything. I probably would have ended up at a hospital again, spending the whole night barely awake and healing whoever they put in front of me.
I was just walking past Vicky's room when I heard... something.
No, that couldn't have been...
I moved closer to Vicky's door and pressed my ear up next to it. There! I heard it again. That was a moan. From Vicky's room. I was about to move away, escape the temptation, when I heard a sentence that made my stomach drop in the worst way.
"Shh, shhh! Vicky! We don't wanna wake anyone up!"
Taylor. Taylor was in my sister's room and... not the guest room. There were moans coming from the room, and Taylor was in there. They were dating, no, they weren't just dating! They were having sex! Probably kinky lesbian sex where Vicky would hold her down and... Okay, maybe that was a bit of projecting. Taylor could have been into vanilla.
Vanilla lesbian sex.
My dirty mind was not helping me at all!
"Oo~ooh! Vicky! Too much!"
Taylor was right. This was too much. I went back to my room, threw myself into bed, and cried.
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That was how I got to this kitchen table, about a week later. Taylor was sitting across me, talking about something. I didn't care. She had taken Vicky from me. By now, I had heard them having sex a lot more than once. Now that I knew about it, I couldn't not hear it. It was one of those things.
God, she just keeps going on and on.
"Amy sweetie, are you listening to me?"
Sweetie? "Uhh huh."
"So then what's your answer?"
Shit. She asked me a question and I have no idea what it is... Smile and nod?
I smiled and nodded. "Sure!"
Taylor sighed, then got up and walked around the table.
When she got to my seat, she threw one leg over me and sat on my lap, straddling me.
She wrapped her arms loosely around my neck, leaving her hands dangling behind me. She was close, so close, only a little bit of separation between her body and mine. Her face was inches from mine and she was staring at me intently. I could feel her breath on my lips. She smelled nice.
Was she gonna cheat on Vicky?!
"Do I have your attention now?"
She had a small, seductive smile on her face now.
I swallowed, my throat and mouth suddenly very dry.
"Umm, yeah."
Her smile grew.
"Good."
There was a small pause.
"Vicky and I noticed, you know."
Oh shit.
"N-noticed what?"
I was a terrible liar. There was no way that would work. Even I could hear my voice quivering.
"We noticed you checking us out."
Fuck!
"That was what I was talking about. You weren't listening. I get the impression you don't like me..."
She was pouting playfully. She was... flirting with me. Me! Her girlfriend's sister!
"If you had been listening, you would have heard my offer. Now though... I'm thinking of rescinding it."
She can't mean... no way...
I gathered my wits, ignoring my arousal. It took a moment.
"What offer?"
She smiled at me again. A wry, teasing smile.
Is she gonna-
"Hey Ames, you wanna have a threesome?"
...
My brain shut down. Everything froze. Was I asleep? Was this whole thing some stupid dream?
Did she just call me "Ames"?
Taylor pulled me into a deep, full kiss.
My first kiss.
My first kiss was with my sister's girlfriend.
After she propositioned me.
For a threesome.
I had to be dreaming.
"Umm... Taylor?"
She looked like amused.
"Yes Ames?"
"Am I dreaming?"
She kissed me again, this time biting my lip on her way back. Okay. Not dreaming.
"Are you?"
This was hot. Unbelievably hot. I felt perverted for liking this, but it wasn't even my idea this time. Not at all.
Taylor was looking at me expectantly. Oh, right. I still hadn't answered her question.
"Can we go upstairs now?"
I couldn't just outright say it. Not even now.
"Sure thing, Ames."
There it was again. Vicky's pet name for me. It was really hot.
I was in a daze as Taylor took me by the hand and led me up the stairs. I still couldn't believe it. The whole situation, no, the whole past month was replaying in my mind. It was really weird.
I heard the door to Vicky's room open in front of me, bringing me out of my fugue.
I sucked in a shallow breath.
Vicky was sitting in a high backed office chair. I remembered when Carol bought it for her after she complained about her back one time. It was a really nice chair, built in back support and everything.
That wasn't what really caught my eye though, not at all. It was Vicky. She was wearing the sexyist thing I'd ever seen her in. A matching set of black, lace underwear with a garterbelt and stockings. The bra and panties covered just as much as what I was wearing (sports bra and panties), but everything about her was pure sex. The sheer fabric flowing up her perfect legs, the tightness of her bra, the way she crossed her legs like nothing was out of the ordinary, and a huge grin. The grin she always had when she had thought of something silly.
I was so wet.
In my focus on Vicky I had apparently missed Taylor stripping behind me. I didn't know this until she grabbed my breasts from behind and pressed herself against me. Even if I ignored my power I could feel practically every inch of Taylor, from her long legs to her small breasts.
"C'mon Ames! What's with all the clothing?"
Taylor's voice was absurdly cheerful. She sounded like a younger Vicky. God this situation was weird. A good weird.
Right. Can't really do this with my clothes on.
I reached down to the hem of my shirt and started to pull up.
Taylor took her hands off of my chest and moved them down to my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them.
As I pulled my shirt over my head she pulled my pants down to my ankles, leaving me in between my sister and her girlfriend in nothing but my underwear. This wasn't something I was prepared for. Nothing really prepared you for this.
Having had enough of my hesitation, Taylor yanked my panties down to my ankles.
Holy shit.
Vicky smiled at me. It was a smile I'd only ever seen her give to Dean before. Probably Taylor too, but I hadn't really liked looking their way since I knew they were dating.
Apparently even this was too much time wasted for Taylor. I felt my bra snap open behind my back. I let my bra straps slide off my shoulders and down my arms.
"Eeep!"
Taylor just grabbed my breasts again!
Well... not so much grabbed as started fondling. I was practically dripping by now.
"So~oo Ames, did Tay explain our terms?"
My response was shaky at best.
"W-what? What terms?" was all I could get out as Taylor slid a hand seductively down my stomach to my crotch and unceremoniously dipped a finger in.
A moan escaped my lips and Vicky smiled.
"In order to get to me, you're gonna have to go through her."
Taylor giggled in my ear at the turn of phrase. The way her giggle clashed with what she was doing to me was amazing.
"So Ames, you up for it?"
Before I could answer my sister's question Taylor pulled me into a kiss from behind, drawing my attention away. I couldn't think, I could barely breathe. This whole situation had me reeling.
"C'mon Ames, we don't have all da~ay!"
I finally managed to pull away as Taylor took a breath. She was panting right in my ear. That had to be on purpose.
"Y-you're okay with this? Your girlfriend having sex with your sister?"
"Yup." She put a big emphasis on the "p." "It's not like any of us are gonna get pregnant."
"And then... Me and..."
I couldn't finish that sentence. I didn't want to ruin my own hopes.
"Come on Ames! We're not genetically related and as long as we keep this in the bedroom no one has to know. It'll be our little secret!"
Holy shit, she's serious.
"So we're just gonna do this?"
"Sure thing! You up for it?"
"Umm... okay... Sure!"
I did it! I said it out loud!
"Alright!"
With that exclamation Taylor stopped teasing me and shoved me towards the bed. When I turned around sat down on the edge of the bed she started talking.
"Here's how it's gonna go: I'm gonna show you how it's done. Then, you're gonna show me what you've learned. We go back and forth until I think you're good enough. Got it?"
Did she really just make sex a competition?
"Umm... sure..."
"Great! Now get all the way in the bed."
She could be as demanding as VIcky when she wanted to, so I just did as she said.
She crawled up on top of me, somehow making the action seductive. Seriously, I had no idea how she was crawling seductively. The emphasis on "crawling" made my mind go dark places.
"Hey, Amy. If you want to slow down just tell me."
Gone was the playful smirk and goofy voice, replaced with a serious and stern visage.
"No! No... I'm fine. Just... got distracted. It's fine."
She looked like she didn't believe me.
"If you have a problem, just say `Banana.'"
Really? That's their safeword? Wait, they have a safe word?
"O-okay."
My voice was still a little shaky.
She kissed me. Gently this time, like we were lovers on a picnic. Okay, not the best metaphor, but it fits the idea. It wasn't like her other kisses. They were controlling, dominating, pushing me just further than I wanted to go and they were so damn hot. This one was letting me do want I wanted. It was tender, it was sweet, it was more loving than lustful.
As she lowered herself down on top of me, her kiss was more like those earlier ones. She was on top of me, in charge of me. One hand came up to my breasts and started teasing them as the other slowly rubbed at my vagina.
She started trailing kisses down my neck right as she plunged two fingers into me. Every slow thrust of her fingers was matched with another kiss until the kissing turned into licking and sucking when she reached my nipples. She switched between them every few seconds and kept me arching my back, begging for more. It wasn't long before I climaxed.
"Oh you naughty girl! I haven't even gone down on you yet!"
She came back up to kiss me again before she pulled away and started eating me out. Her tongue swirled around my lips and my clitoris as her fingers moved in and out of me.
It didn't take me long to cum again. Taylor licked and sucked the whole way through my orgasm, not stopping til well after I was done.
She crawled up next to me and collapsed on her back.
"Well... now it's your turn Ames."
I was just lying there, out of breath. No one ever really talks about how exhausting sex is.
Smut never prepared me for this.
Maybe a minute late, I was ready to go. I sat up and rolled over on top of her, the same as we started out just reversed.
I did my best to mimic her earlier actions, a forceful kiss with both hands active. It was working, sort of. My power told me that she wasn't as aroused as she pretended. That was when it hit me. My power told me that she wasn't as aroused as she pretended. I upped the sensitivity on her breasts and lips just a little, hopefully not enough that she'd realize I'd done it.
"Ohh Amy..."
That's working.
When I started trailing kisses toward her breasts I made the sensation linger just a little longer than it should have. When I got to her nipples I used the complete picture I had of her nervous system to figure out exactly what I should do. When to lick, when to suck, when to kiss and when to bite.
She came.
Before she could say or do anything I was already eating her out. I left a phantom sensation of my lips on her breasts and made her feel like my tongue was going a lot deeper than it was. I hit her pleasure spots over and over, each and every one of them obvious to my power. Before long she was cumming again. Her hands pulled me deeper into her crotch as she arched her back up off the bed.
I sat up on my knees near the end of the bed watching Taylor's chest rise and fall.
"Wow."
She took a breath.
"That"
Again.
"Was"
Another.
"Amazing."
I smirked. I was feeling good.
"Did I pass?"
"Of course you did!"
She caught her breath again.
"Did you do something? Like, with your power? `Cause you knew me better than Vicky does."
Shit. That's just what I didn't want. Now they're gonna know my power and Vicky's gonna hate me and-
"Hey, Ames, it's not a big deal. I just wanted to know if it could make the sex better."
Huh?
"I mean... Here, let me tell you something. I have powers too."
I feigned surprise. I'd known that from the first time she and I had skin contact. There wasn't any way I didn't know that now.
"You don't look very surprised... Huh. Oh well, point being, Vicky and I use our powers for kinky sex."
Well then!
"We do a little bit of bondage play using spider silk cords— I control bugs, by the way— and sometimes Vicky'll hold me down and I'll act like I don't want it and then... Well, you get the idea. What I wanna know is whether or not your power can help us or just you."
When I had first gotten my power I'd run through a thousand different scenarios of someone realizing my power wasn't what it seemed, an Armsmaster lie detector or a slip of the tongue or an emergency where I had to heal Vicky's brain or anything else I could think of. This wasn't one of them. I didn't set up a contingency for being asked about it by my sister's naked girlfriend in the middle of some voyeuristic lesbian sex with my sister as the voyeur (dressed in the sexiest outfit ever).
