Much, much later, I woke a third time. I blinked my eyes open sleepily--I was facing the other bed, and the window; daylight was streaming in bright slices from the edges of the heavy blinds and curtains, but the room was still drowned in darkness. Aerie was facing me, sleeping. A hand was tossed over her waist, low. Something about that hand struck a chord, a sense of...something. But my head was aching and my mouth was dry, and I was still so sleepy.
So I ignored it, trying to drift off.
Then I felt him shift behind me, murmuring. His hand tightened on my belly, and slid to my hipbone. His hips flexed.
And, just like that, my libido woke up, cranking from cold into raging inferno within a matter of seconds. A touch to my hip, his hips flexing...that's all it took.
I pushed my butt back and felt him hard and erect against me. He'd taken his clothes off at some point too, so we were both wearing nothing but underwear--I'd left my bra on, because it had been too much trouble to take off half-drunk and -asleep. His hand smoothed over my hip, down my thigh, and back up. I wiggled my butt against him again, and he kissed between my shoulder blades, and his hand carved over my belly and delved lower. His fingertips slid under the waist of my underwear, and I relaxed my thighs so he could find what he was looking for. I reached backward, between us, and mirrored his movement, dipping my fingers under the elastic of his underwear to clutch his hard, waiting cock. My breath hitched in my lungs as he fingered my clit, and I heard him huff out a soft, sharp breath as I slid my fist down his length, thumb and forefinger facing downward.
I blinked, glimpsing Aerie across from me. She was awake, her eyes meeting mine. I glanced down, saw the sheet covering her begin to move. Saw the awkward angle of her arm tilted behind her. Saw the hooded, half-closed eyelids and parted lips...yeah, similar things were happening in that bed, too.
I bit my lower lip, hiding a smirk, and she just widened her eyes at me in a silent warning not to make any sounds.
The sheet covering Aerie was only draped over her waist, covering her lower half, leaving her torso exposed; she still had her T-shirt on but I saw her bra on the floor beside the bed, as if she'd ripped it off in the middle of the night and dropped it. The hand under the sheet drifted up, sliding her T-shirt up to expose the undersides of her breasts, and then, just for a moment, before his hand disappeared under her T-shirt, I saw the back of his hand and the lower portion of his wrist clearly: I saw a bright red Chinese-style dragon curling around the forearm, with the mouth open to devour the base of the wrist and hand.
Corin's hand.
Which means...
Shit.
Shitshitshit.
Aerie frowned at me, having seen something on my face that betrayed my realization.
What was I supposed to do? We'd obviously accidentally gotten in bed with the wrong person last night--understandably. But now, we were switched. And I had my hand on Canaan's cock, and his fingers were between my thighs, circling, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, and across from me, Corin was in bed with Aerie, his hand cupping her breast as I watched, then sliding back down her body to her thighs.
This felt good.
But also...not.
I knew I couldn't let this go any farther. My curiosity about how it might feel with Canaan was a dull candle flame in comparison to the fire of my need for Corin. And the thought of lying here, with Canaan's hand on me, my hand on him, while Corin and Aerie messed around...watching Corin touch my sister...
I didn't feel ill, necessarily, but I didn't like it.
I coughed, cleared my throat. "Um. Corin?"
"Hmmm?" He sounded irritated, understandably.
"Are you still drunky-fish?" I asked, hoping the reference to our conversation last night would jog his comprehension.
"Not really."
Aerie had withdrawn her hand, realizing what I was getting at, what was going on. "Shit," she muttered. "Not again."
I saw Corin's hand freeze, move to the safer territory of her stomach, and then his head popped up over her shoulder. "Fuck," he breathed. "Yo, Cane. You're late to the party, bro. We switched again."
Behind me, Canaan froze. "What?" He tugged at my shoulder, and I rolled onto my back, eying him sideways.
"Hi, Canaan."
He flopped to his back, arm over his eyes. "This is becoming a problem."
"We did say we should be careful about getting drunk together," I said.
"But we were supposed to have separate rooms," Aerie said. "This was even more accidental than last time."
"Hey girls, how about you two switch, on three," Corin said. "Ready? One--two--three."
On three, Aerie slipped out of the bed, and so did I, and we quickly rolled into the opposite bed.
"I'm ix-naying any further discussions on this subject," Canaan said. "This wasn't a matter of curiosity, this was a simple case of we all got in bed with the wrong twin by accident. We were hammered. It happens. But we stopped before anything happened."
"Yeah, but..." Corin groaned, reaching under the covers to adjust himself. "Now I have an awkward boner."
I laughed, rolling toward him to bury my face in his chest. "I think I speak for Aerie as well as myself when I say we both have awkward lady-boners, too."
"Um, yeah." Aerie huffed. "It's an especially awkward lady-boner, because I'm super worked up right now, but the moment is obviously totally dead."
"It's not like we're gonna finish each other off, now," Corin said. "With all of us awake and with everything that just happened. That would be dumb and crazy."
"Super dumb, and super crazy," Canaan agreed.
A long pause.
"The girls don't seem to be chiming in on this," Corin said.
"I'm trying to be absolutely certain the moment is actually fully dead," I said. "Because it sorta feels still partially alive."
Corin tugged my hand to cover his cock, which was still hard. "Only partially?" he murmured.
I squeezed. "Yeah, now that I get a good feel, it does seem pretty well alive."
Aerie slipped out of bed, snatched her bra off the floor, and stood facing away from the beds as she withdrew her arms from her shirtsleeves, hooked the bra on, and then fitted the shirt back on again. She was also not wearing any pants, which she found on the floor by the bathroom and stepped into.
"I need breakfast," she said. "I still have a crazy intense lady-boner, but I'm too mixed up to do anything about it right now. I'm gonna go pretend to be you so I can get that second room."
"You'll need my card," I said.
"I'll come with you," Canaan said, sliding out of the bed on the opposite side, facing away from us. "Now, where the hell are my pants?"
Aerie's eyes were flicking down his body and back up and she was chewing on her lower lip, giving me a pretty good idea why he'd gotten out of bed on that side. Corin, sitting up now, leaned over and lay fully on top of me to snag a pair of jeans off the floor by the bed, and tossed them onto Canaan's head.
"Wow, thanks," Canaan droned. "You could have just said, hey, there they are."
Corin didn't move from being on top of me. "Eh, where's the fun in that?"
Aerie had my card out of my purse, took a room key, and stuffed her feet into a pair of shoes--my wedges, actually, but it's not like I cared, since we traded clothes and shoes all the time.
"You guys coming down to breakfast?" she asked, pausing halfway out the door, Canaan already out and gone.
"In a minute," I said. "Make me a waffle."
"I might get you a cup of coffee, if you're lucky," she said with an eye roll. "Waffles you gotta do for yourself."
"Whatever," I drawled at her, as she let the door close. To Corin, who was still draped over my body, I said, "You're not exactly light, you know. Are you going back to sleep like this?"
He shrugged one shoulder. "You're pretty comfy. I might."
I laughed. "I'm glad I make a nice pillow for you, Corin."
He slid his head over to rest on my breast. "Y
ou do have very nice pillows."
"Except that makes it hard to breathe," I complained.
Which was a lie, and part of a plan.
He slid down to rest his head on my stomach. "How's that?"
I sucked in a deep breath, and let it go. "Better. But now you're hurting my stomach, which is empty and requires food, soon."
He wiggled even farther down, so his head was on my lap, his arms cradling my hips. "Surely this doesn't make you uncomfortable."
"No, but..." I flexed my hips. "Since you're down there?"
He twisted his head to gaze up my body to meet my eyes, his twinkling mischievously. "Since I'm down here, huh?"
"I'm all horny, now. I'm not like a guy, where my boner eventually goes away on its own. I just...stay horny."
"Even awkward situation lady-boners?"
"Especially those. I was nearly there when I realized it wasn't you, so I'm doubly frustrated, now. From being so close, and from being interrupted the way I was." I rolled a shoulder. "So, yeah. Since you're down there..."
He slid my underwear down around my knees, nudging my thighs apart after I kicked the thong off the rest of the way. "Tate, honey, you don't have to ask me twice."
And then he flickered his tongue against my clit, and any lingering sense of awkwardness to my arousal vanished instantly. All I felt was Corin, the grip of his palm on my thigh, one thumb gently tugging my pussy open for his mouth, his other hand wedged under his chin, two fingers curling inside me.
God, he could get me there so fast. He could bring me to orgasm within minutes from minor arousal; with me already on edge and having been close? Seconds...I was gasping and writhing in seconds.
I tumbled over the edge with a shriek I muffled by biting down on my finger, and then grabbed a pillow and buried my face in it to unleash a scream as he licked and fingered me to a second orgasm, making me thrash so hard he had to hold me in place to devour me through one last quivering, quaking, screaming, shuddering climax, leaving me panting, shaking through aftershocks.
I threw the pillow aside and looked down at Corin. "Holy shit, Cor. That was...god. It was--" I stopped talking, shaking my head and laughing.
"Good?" he asked, a cocky grin telling me he knew exactly how good it had been; he wiped his mouth with his palm and licked his lips ostentatiously.
I laughed in disbelief. "Good? Good?" I slid off the bed and onto my knees. "That was so good you get a reward."
"A reward?" he gasped in exaggerated excitement. "Oh boy, I hope it's a pony!"
He rolled to a sitting position, and I worked his boxer-briefs down around his ankles, and I began stroking him. "No, Corin, your reward is not a pony."
"Oh." He was committed to the silliness, faking disappointment, including a pouty lip, which made me laugh. "Cake? I like cake."
"Nope." I went with it, playing it straight. "It's not cake either." I used both hands for a moment, caressing his length in slow, twists of my fists.
He tapped the corner of his mouth. "Gee. I wonder what my reward could be?"
I laughed, unable to keep the straight face anymore. "You're such a dork, Corin."
He grinned at me, palming my cheek and burying his hand into my hair, which was loose. "Is my reward you performing the act of fellatio upon me, Tate Kingsley?"
I brightened my expression and pointed a finger at the ceiling. "Ding-ding-ding!"
He laughed, and then the grin on his face bled away as he guided my face toward his cock, which was thick, and pink, and straining upward, and dripping beads of pre-cum. He gathered my hair in his hands and piled it on top of my head as I neared his erection, keeping my eyes on his as I parted my lips to accept the plump head of his dick into my mouth. I moaned at the taste of him, flicking my tongue against the slit to lap away the tangy, musky pre-cum.
"Fucking hell, Tate. Your mouth feels like heaven, baby."
"Mmm-hmmm?"
"Oh shit, you hum like again and that you won't be sucking long."
"Mmmm-mmm?"
He laughed, and then hissed. "Seriously. I'm not emotionally prepared for the intensity of a hummer right now, Tate."
I snorted a laugh as I sucked around the head, tongue swirling, and then slid my mouth down his long, hard shaft. "Mmmm-mmm? Mmmmm..." I was just humming for effect, then, because it really did seem to drive him crazy.
"Shit, woman. Now you're just trying to make me lose it before I'm ready."
"Mmmm-hmmm!"
Silence, then, except for the occasional wet slurp as I worked Corin into a grunting frenzy.
"God, Tate. Watching you do this is so fucking hot," he groaned. "Hey, I have an idea. Can I record you doing this? So I can watch it later?"
I backed away and let him pop out of my mouth long enough to mumble an actual response. "But you have to send it to me, you can't show anyone, and I get to record something for myself next time."
Because seriously, a video of Corin eating me out sounded like something I'd really like to have, for those lonely nights when I couldn't be with him. Or...or maybe a video of him driving into me from behind. That would be fucking hot as hell.
He reached out and snagged his cell phone, brought up the camera, and held it to one side to record a side view of me going down on him. And I decided to play it up a bit, just for the camera, for him.
I rested my hands on his thighs and used just my mouth, then. He had his hands buried in my hair, tangled, knotted in the blonde mass, gripping, encouraging gently. I slid up until my lips were puckered around the very tip, and then I broke suction and licked at the slit, moaning--not at all faked--as I took him deep again, deeper than I had thus far, so deep my gag wasn't faked either.
"Jesus, Tate," he snarled.
I hummed, then, a noise of enjoyment in his shocked pleasure as I backed away, only to noisily drive back down his shaft as deep as I could take his thick length. More, more. I hummed, and I made sure each movement was noisy, slurping, gagging, eying the camera, moaning. Played up, accentuated, but not faked.
I clutched his thighs as he began to thrust, and then I pressed on his hips to encourage him to be still, to let me do the work. He growled, gasped, and his hands were tangled so tightly in my hair it was just this side of painful.
"Tate, shit...I'm there, baby. I'm gonna come."
I hummed an affirmation, which only made him growl again, and then I felt him tense, felt his grip on my hair tighten and he tugged me downward, hips flexing.
The last few times he'd told me the moment he came, but this time, all he could do was growl wordlessly, leaning backward, hips tautened as he prepared to come.
I thought I was ready.
I wasn't ready.
He came without warning, surprising even himself, I think. I tasted it, felt it fill my mouth in a hot salty rush, and then his cum was trickling down my chin and I was trying to swallow it but couldn't keep up. I stopped trying, just kept blowing him as he came and came and came, and his cum dribbled out around his cock and down my chin; I glanced at the camera, and then returned to finishing him. I felt it dripping warm and wet down between my breasts, and still he was exploding in my mouth.
I grasped him in both hands and pumped his cock, murmuring in surprise as he shot one last load into my mouth, and he was groaning raggedly, one hand keeping my hair out of the way, the other recording this on his cell phone.
When he was finally done coming, I pulled away, swallowing what was in my mouth, and then laughed as I glanced at the camera again.
He stopped it and tossed the device aside. "Holy fucking mother of shit, Tate," he gasped, flopping backward onto the bed. "I feel like I owe you another orgasm for how insane that was."
"We're not keeping score, Corin," I said, wiping my mouth and chin with my palm, which was a dumb idea, since there was just too much to be wiped away with my hand. "I wouldn't mind a towel, though."
He groaned as he levered himself off the bed, stumbling heavily into the bathroom, where he dampened a hand towel,
wrung it out, and shuffled with difficulty back to me.
"Having trouble walking, there, killer?" I teased.
"My legs are numb," he said. "Legit, you sucked me so hard my legs don't work."
"You made a mess all over me, Corin," I said, meeting his gaze. "You came so much I couldn't keep up."
He wiped at my face, my mouth, my chin, down my throat and to my breasts. "I thought you were playing that up since I was recording."
I shook my head. "Nope. You genuinely surprised me. I couldn't swallow fast enough for how much you were coming, so I stopped trying."
"Well, it was hot as fuck, honeypot." He finished cleaning me and I sat beside him on the bed. "Wanna watch it?"
"Absolutely."
And so we watched the video of me sucking his cock. Which...was pretty hot. The sight of his cum spurting out around his cock and down my chin...it made me horny all over again.
"So, you're gonna jerk off to that?" I asked.
"Funny thing is, I haven't jerked off since before we went to the cabin," he said.
"Wait, so the last time you came is when I went down on you in the truck?"
"Yep."
I laughed. "No wonder you came so much, then." I stood up, found my thong, dress, and sweater-duster, and started getting dressed. "I'm serious about recording something else, you know."
"Really?" he asked, as he got dressed.
I nodded. "Yeah, absolutely. I haven't decided what I want to record, though. You eating me out? Us fucking? I don't know. I'll have to think about it."
"Well...when you masturbate, what turns you on?" he asked. "Do you watch porn or something?"
I shrugged. "Sometimes, other times I can come just from what I'm thinking about."
"Which is what?" he pressed.
I went into the bathroom with the travel toothbrush and toothpaste from my bag. "That's, like, a super private fantasy, Cor."
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he said, leaning against the doorway and watching me brush my teeth. "I'm just curious."
"Why?"
"Why am I curious?"
"Yeah."
He ran his tongue over his teeth, and then fetched a brush from his bag and joined me at the sink; I handed him my toothpaste and he started brushing. "I want to know everything about you. I want to know what turns you on, what makes you crazy. I want to know what you fantasize about while you're masturbating."
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