by Amanda Gray
“Just something to think about,” Katherine said. “No sense in working out all the time if somebody doesn’t see it.”
He squinted at her. “Don’t even go there.”
“Every time you jog down the street, half the blinds in our neighborhood open.”
“I’m getting a shower,” he said loudly as he disappeared up the stairs.
“When are you gonna bring a nice girl home?” she called after him.
TWO
JOEL plopped down on the couch with a beer and a plate of pizza, and even threw his bare feet up on the coffee table, pushing aside a few issues of Cosmopolitan magazine. He flipped through the channels.
“You picked up the pay-per-view for me, didn’t you?” he called to Katherine who was near the back of the house, in her own room.
“Yeah!”
“Thanks!”
He flipped through the guide, changed the channel, and settled in, taking a quick swig of the beer. Anni came down the stairs, in a mini-skirt and heels and a low-cut top. He almost dropped his beer. Her hair was coiffed and bouncy and her make-up brought out her bright blue eyes.
She stopped at the bottom of the stairs. He hadn’t noticed how nice her calves were, or how sexy that little gap between her thighs was. Her waist was flat, but not too flat—she was trim but still had a little curve, and somehow, through some fashion magic, she’d made her cute little perky breasts look like they were going to pop out of her top.
He managed a coherent sentence. “I guess you’re going out?”
“I guess you’re not? Again.”
“I swear I’ll go out with you guys—”
“You say that every time we go out,” Anni said. “I’m beginning to think you’re a chicken.”
“If you weren’t going out on fight night, I’d fuckin’ be there.” He pointed at her. “Like this,” he said, snapping his fingers. Anni rolled her eyes and looked up the dark stairwell.
Sasha came gingerly down the stairs. Her heels were even higher than her sister’s. She had the quintessential little black dress. Her dress featured a perfect neckline to show off the breasts she was so proud of and the rest of the dress did the very easy job of showing off her genetic curves. She even had the cute little Tomlin family pooch that was a little more pronounced on Katherine. She did get it from her mother.
“Fucking lame. Sitting at the house. You never come hang out with us. It would be the best night of your life.”
Anni elbowed her sister lightly and Sasha said something under her breath.
“You guys look great, though,” Joel chimed in.
“I know,” Sasha said, flashing a smile. She turned around, showing how the dress hugged her butt. “This ass is gonna get me free drinks all night.”
“You guys aren’t driving, I assume?”
“No. Nicole’s meeting us out front in…” She checked her watch. “…Ten minutes.”
“Oh. Okay, well, I hope you guys have a good time. Don’t party too hard. I’m not driving to the precinct to bail anyone out of jail.”
There was a loud horn outside. Anni looked down at her phone. “She could’ve told me she was gonna be early. C’mon, let’s go. Bye Jojo.”
“Asshole,” Joel called after her. “I hate that name!”
Joel was thinking about calling it a night. It was the middle of a boring main event with more referee warnings and breaks than he’d ever seen. His phone buzzed loudly on the table. He picked it up.
It was a text from Sasha.
Told U 2 cum 2nite. UR LOSS
He frowned at the backlit screen and clicked on the blurry thumbnail of the video link sent with the message. Immediately, heavily distorted bass exploded from the speakers like a jumbled mess. He muted the video quickly and leaned over to see it better. The footage was shaky, lots of moving hands and bodies and strobing lights.
He eased the volume up and held the phone closer so he could hear it.
“Fuck yeah!” He wasn’t sure, but it sounded like Sasha’s voice. “She’s in there!”
The video shot down to the club floor and then back up, closer to the intended target this time. Through the moving arms and the low lights, he could clearly see Anni grinding deeply on a girl while she made out with her friend.
The video ended when Anni looked towards the camera. Joel looked at the screen, at the video that was once again just a blurry thumbnail. He played it one more time. He still couldn’t believe it. Anni? Even drunk she wasn’t that wild?
Granted, he’d never been out to the club with them. And his loss? What the hell did that mean? He played the video one more time, then one more time before setting his phone down on the table and draining the rest of his beer. Maybe she’d sent it to the wrong person, maybe she’d meant to send it to one of her friends or a boyfriend or anyone else but him.
Maybe she’d meant to send it to Adam Neckbeard.
He picked his phone back up. Maybe she was just shitfaced.
Wrong nmbr
A few minutes later a black message bubble with green writing popped up under his reply.
Fuk U Joel Keegan Morrison.
So you meant to send me that?
Want to see a little more?
Another video thumbnail, this time, it was bright, and easier to make out. His finger hovered over the play button, and he realized that if he watched this, there was no way to go back to a normal relationship between them.
His thumb pressed the screen and the frozen image moved into motion. Anni holding Sasha’s phone—he recognized the black and white custom case—flipping the mirror the bird and then turning the camera towards Sasha. She was leaning against the sink while one girl was down on her knees with her head between Sasha’s thighs. Another, taller girl was leaning over her with one hand on Sasha’s left breast. The other was tangled in Sasha’s hair as she licked and sucked her neck.
“You’re going to have a fucking massive hickie tomorrow,” Anni laughed.
“This shit is going up on my account,” Sasha said with a laugh, winking at the camera while she held the taller girl’s head close to her. The camera moved down to where the other girl had her face buried in Sasha’s crotch, loudly slurping and munching as her fingers moved.
“Fuck ‘er right in the pussy!” Anni whooped.
The video shakily ended and Joel simply stared at the screen. He ignored the balloon animal being blown up in his pants and stood up. The lights in the living room flipped on and he abruptly sat back down, grabbing the empty plate of pizza and casually resting it on his lap.
Katherine walked into the kitchen, glancing from him to the TV.
“How was the video?”
His heart dropped to his stomach, hit a trampoline and leaped into his throat. He looked at her, eyes wide, very confused. “What? What video? You saw it?”
She grabbed a pitcher out of the refrigerator and turned to him. He looked at her and she narrowed her eyes for a moment before looking down at the glass and pouring. “Your fight video.”
“Oh,” he said with a rush of expelled air, much louder than he’d intended. “The pay-per-view.”
“Yeah, whatever. Pay-per-view.”
“Fine. Good. Thanks for ordering it for me.”
“Have you heard from the girls?”
“Yeah, they’ll be back before you leave for work tomorrow.”
“Good.”
His phone buzzed. He slipped it under the cushion and tried not to look conspicuous. It buzzed again.
“That your phone?”
“Hmm? Yeah? Must be Kevin or something. Probably wants to talk about the fights.”
He picked up the phone.
We need to talk 2morrow.
We’ve got something to show you.
He frowned, put the phone down and looked up at Katherine. She was walking back towards her room with a glass of some dark liquid. “Make sure you turn off the lights and put your dishes in the sink.”
“You got it,” he said, waiting unt
il her door closed before he jumped up, threw his dishes in the sink, turned the living room light off and dashed up the stairs.
*****
His alarm woke him, Saturday morning. He sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes. His room was a mess. Computer desk and book case on the right side. Dresser and closet on the right side with his TV. He rolled out of bed, adjusted his annoying morning wood and checked the hall for any sign of female life before he stepped across the hall and into his bathroom.
He brushed his teeth, shaved his beard and trimmed his sideburns before hopping in the shower for a long time. A long, long time. He was soaping down for the third time, imagining Sasha’s hands on him, slowly rubbing the sudsy soap over his torso, her breasts pressed into his back. Those tiny hands traveling down, cupping his balls first and then his hard cock—
He threw the hot water off and turned up the cold water, all his muscles jolting with the shock of the sudden temperature change. The fantasy faded with his morning wood.
By the time he headed down the stairs, someone was already moving around. He heard the TV and he heard the sizzling of something cooking in a skillet. He reached the bottom of the stairs, saw Anni sitting on the couch.
Sasha was in the kitchen with headphones on. Bacon. He smelled bacon.
Anni looked up at him from her phone when he didn’t move from the bottom of the stairs. He looked back at her.
“What?” she asked.
“What do you mean what?”
“I mean what are you standing there for like you’re expecting someone to jump up from behind the couch?”
“I’m not.” He blinked. “I mean…I didn’t expect you guys to be up so early after…last night.”
“What about it?” she asked, one eyebrow raised. He scratched his stomach through his shirt. Was she playing with him? Or did she really not remember?
“I mean, you never are up this early after partying.”
“It’s like noon.”
“Whatever,” Joel said, walking to the love seat and slipping over the top, plopping down heavily on a pillow lying on the seat. He leaned to the side, pulling the pillow out and tossing it onto the couch underneath the window.
Anni put the remote down on the coffee table and pulled her knees up into her chest on the couch. Joel propped his elbow up on the arm of the love seat and looked at the TV.
“Why are you watching Die Hard?”
“Bruce Willis used to be hot,” Anni replied.
Joel was quiet again for a moment, and that moment stretched into a few minutes. He sucked in a breath and stood up, looking down at Anni on the other sofa. It took her a moment, but she looked up at him.
“Before you say anything about last night, let Sasha finish cooking breakfast. I’m starving and she should hear what you have to say.”
“Did someone say something about breakfast? Get it while it’s hot, bitches!” Sasha yelled from the kitchen.
*****
Joel forked through his eggs and bacon while Sasha and Anni shoveled food into their mouths. He set his plate down on the coffee table and waited for them to finish.
“Well, you can talk, if you want,” Sasha said with a mouthful of eggs.
“I can talk?” Joel asked. “Cool.” He stood up. “What the fuck do you guys think you’re doing? Out in a club where everybody can see you, filming video, in the bathroom with two strange women—”
“I knew both of them,” Anni said. “They’re a lesbian couple I go to school with.”
“That’s not the point.”
“What is the point? We sent you the videos. You liked them—”
“Ah ah ah –I never said that,” Joel said. “I never said that.”
“You watched them, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t know what they were.”
“Yeah. You did. Add bad liar to the list of things you need to work on. And seriously, you pretty much couldn’t stare at us more than you already do, Jojo.”
“Don’t call me Jojo.”
“You looked down my shirt yesterday when you told me to turn my music down.”
“Did he?” Anni asked, looking at Sasha. She nodded.
“I did not.”
“You didn’t look down my shirt when we were talking outside. Are my tits not good enough?”
“Not big enough,” Sasha corrected.
“I didn’t look down anybody’s shirt goddamn it.”
Anni crossed her arms. “Seriously? Just admit it. I look at you when you have your shirt off. It’s natural.”
“We’re family,” Joel said.
“Shit. We’re family,” Sasha said, gesturing back and forth between her and Anni. “You’re the son of my mother’s best friend and Anni is also adopted. Now how does that makes us family again?”
“But . . . but we grow up together.” Joel stuttered.
“C’mon, please . . . at best you’re like the gay best friend we tell everything.”
Sasha agreed with a nod and Joel blinked at them both.
“I’m not gay.”
“I was making an analogy,” Anni said.
Joel sat back down. “Why’d you send that shit to me? Why now?”
“Honestly?” Sasha asked, glancing towards Anni.
“Honestly,” Joel said. “I want to know what’s going on.”
“We’re cam models,” Sasha said. “That’s where we get the extra money from.” She held up her hand. “Not done yet. We also post actively on a few different subreddits and we have a PornHub account under the name Twinslut to draw attention to the HD stuff we post on a pay-for-view site. So our extra cash comes in from our shows and the partner program for Pornhub.”
“You’re shitting me,” Joel muttered.
“Nope,” Anni said.
“Does Katherine know?”
“No. And she won’t. We only do shows on the weekends. Friday, Saturday, Sunday.”
“She’s gone all weekend for work so you basically have the house to yourselves,” Joel said. “Makes sense.”
“Haven’t you wondered why and where we got all that tech? The camera and recording gear in my room?”
“I haven’t seen that shit.”
“Well, we’ll show you later.”
“You guys need to stop. What if someone recognizes you? Someone we know?”
“Unlikely, but it’d make a great story. And…you could earn some money to get yourself that car.”
Joel’s face flattened out. “I need the money, but not that bad. I’m not filming you two.”
“We weren’t going to ask you to film. You’re gonna be on camera. You’re gonna be a pornstar.”
THREE
Joel stood uncomfortably in Sasha’s room. It was the same size as his with a different color scheme. Her dresser and TV were in the same place as his. Anni sat down in her computer chair, spinning around in circles slowly as Sasha rummaged in her closet, pulling out her filming equipment.
“How often do you watch porn?”
Joel turned to Anni as she continued to spin around, whimsically kicking her legs up every so often. He ignored the question.
“How often do you watch porn and jerk off?”
“Why are you asking me this?” he asked, glancing away from Sasha laying her gear out on her bed.
“Because, we’re kind of professional about what we do. Our cam shows are one thing, but the videos we upload for money are in HD and are shot gorgeously.”
“I didn’t take film class as an elective for nothing,” Sasha said loudly.
“Come on. Quit being such a bitch and tell us. We’re not going to laugh at you. This is a 100% partnership now. Spill the beans.”
“I watch it every now and then,” Joel admitted.
“Most of our viewing audience is male, and they’ve been asking for…a male third partner for a while now,” Sasha muttered, checking the camera’s viewfinder.
“I mentioned that there was a friend of mine we always wanted to fuck and they blew up our inbox with
personal messages asking us to do shit on camera with you.”
“Like what?” Joel asked.
“Anal, ATM, double blowjob, creampies, anal creampies—”
“Wait wait wait. What’s ATM?”
“Ass-to-mouth. It’s when you’re getting assfucked and you turn around and give the guy—”
“Okay. Okay,” Joel said, holding his hands up. “I get it. You do this stuff on camera?”
“We’ve used toys on each other, but we’ve never had a guy with us in a video before. That’s where you come in.”
“Me.”
“Yeah, you. We know you, we trust you…. We have chemistry.”
“This is so nuts,” Joel muttered.
“This will just be our little secret. Between the three of us.”
He looked at Anni.
“Don’t you ever want more for yourself? Don’t you want that car? Don’t you want your own place? Don’t you want to prove everyone who ever doubted you wrong?”
“Yeah. I do,” Joel admitted.
“This is a perfect way to do it. And you get some free pussy, too.”
Anni watched him mull it over, but she already knew what his answer was going to be. “I’ll do it,” he said finally. “I’m gonna do it.”
“Good,” Sasha said. “We start now.”
“Now?” Joel blurted, watching her checking and prepping her camera.
“Yeah, now.” She closed her door and shut the blinds in her room. “Sit down on the bed. Get your pants down.”
“What? Why?”
“Anni’s gonna blow you off and I’m gonna film it.”
“What?”
“Crash course. Fucking do it. You have to get used to this shit. And you haven’t been with a girl in forever so you’ve got to get used to having a girl blow you—”
“You think I’m gonna cream myself in like a minute, don’t you?” Joel asked indignantly. “Well, I’m not a fucking sixteen-year-old. I can control myself.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Anni said, hopping up from her computer chair and dropping on her knees in front of Joel. She pushed his legs apart a bit as he pulled his pants down, all the while looking at Sasha.
