Page 2 of Riley

“Now,” he pants into my ear. “Cum with me!” He slams home once, twice, three more times before we both explode in ecstasy. We lay there, shivering against each other for a few minutes before he pulls out and collapses beside me.

“Damn, that was hot, 2A.” I chuckle. It’s something of an unspoken rule that we use our apartment numbers instead of our names. It helps keep things more impersonal.

“Of course it was,” I say and grin over at him. He bites me on my breast, and we both laugh. “Thanks, 2D.”

“Anytime.” He pats my thigh and hops up, pulling on his shorts and sliding back into his slippers. “Catch you later!”

When I hear my door shut, I get up and have a quick shower and then slide back into bed for what will hopefully be a long night of uninterrupted sleep.

2

Adam

I

slide back into my car after seeing Riley off and pull out of the parking lot.

“That wassoawkward,” I mutter to myself, grip tightening on the wheel. I’m a bit torn. She’s definitely not as loud and obnoxious as I remember; of course, that comes with age, I suppose… Even if she is still a brat.

She’s not my usual type, with her tattoos and fast-paced artistic lifestyle, but I feel drawn to her for some reason. I then start thinking about her sister. Maybe it’s the fact that she selflessly agreed to turn her own life on its head to help her family. Sacrificing for others is something I can relate to. After all, I took up my profession to help others, and I’ve sacrificed many things for my career over the years. I can’t help but think about the state of my social life or lack thereof. If I’m completely honest, my love life has been a bit of a painful experience over the last couple of years – a few sporadic dates and one-night stands, but no relationships at all.

“I am getting tired of being alone all the time,” I sigh. I think about Betty, a nurse at one of the clinics I volunteer at occasionally. She’s a petite, bubbly blonde with a killer body. Maybe she can take my mind off of these morose thoughts for the evening.

As soon as I walk in the door, I grab my cell phone from my pocket and call her up. She picks up on the third ring.

“Hey, Doc,” she chirps through the phone. “Whatevercould you be callingmefor?” she asks in a sing-song voice. She knows exactly why I’m calling her.

“Hey, pet, you want to come over for a playdate?” She giggles at my nickname for her. I don’t know why she gets such a kick out of it, but she does. Lucky for me, she has the day off and says she’ll be over in 20. I reach down and squeeze my half-hard cock through my pants.

“I hope you’re ready. I’ve got a lot of energy today,” she says before hanging up. Perfect; it seems like we both need the distraction.

I take a quick shower, avoiding jerking off even though my cock is throbbing, and then head into the kitchen in nothing but a towel. No sense in getting dressed. I brew a pot of coffee and lean against the counter, sipping a cup until I hear a knock at the door.

Betty fucks quick and dirty; she’s always like this. She likes to giggle and act ultra-submissive, but once she has your cock in hand, all bets are off. She rips my towel from my waist and plants me onto the couch. She nearly sucks my soul out of my body before flipping up the bottom of her sundress and hopping on my dick. She’s forgone panties for convenience, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Her pussy is slick and strong and grips me in a velvet caress that has my head falling back and a rough grin forming on my lips. She’s riding me like her life depends on it.

She sucks on my earlobe and alternates, sliding her hips in circles and bouncing on me, driving us both to a fast and hard completion. I pull one petite breast out from her dress’s low neckline and squeeze it before leaning forward to pop it into my mouth. She clamps and flutters around my cock, and I feel my balls tighten. I grab her pert ass in an iron grip and slam my cock up into her one last time as we both explode.

She leaves soon after, just like she always does, and I’m relieved. All I seem to be able to think about right now is my sister’s best friend.

3

Riley

I

t took a couple of months, but all my loose ends are finally tied up. I taped up the last box in my apartment and popped on the prepaid shipping label. Everything is shipping out today. First thing tomorrow, I’ll be on the plane back home. My cell phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out, seeing Abby’s caller ID on the screen.

“Hey, Abs,” I say and smile when I hear her voice come over the line.

“Hey, Ri. All set for tomorrow?”

“You know it! FedEx is coming for my stuff today, and I’ll be on my flight first thing in the morning.” I hear a puppy barking in the background and laugh. “Let me guess, another litter of huskies?”

“How’d you know?” Abby laughs. “You know, Krista and Adam have both been hanging around a lot lately.”

I freeze at the mention of Adam. I’ve done a pretty damn good job not thinking about him – at least not too much – over the last couple of months, and now I find out he’s pestering my sisters?

“Why is Adam coming around?” I ask with feigned nonchalance.

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