Tiny Tim

Chapter 22

The following day, Mia and I stayed in bed far longer than I normally would. Not because we had to fuck some more, but because we both felt like getting out of bed would start some kind of countdown before she had to leave. So, we simply lay cuddled up and enjoying each other’s warmth. For about an hour, I reveled in the feeling of having someone close to me who loves me. And I felt how much I loved her as well. I was completely content with my life, and that happiness dominated my thoughts completely.

After that hour, however, we both reluctantly admitted that it was time for us to take a shower and get started on our day. For Mia, starting on her day meant going home.

After she kissed me goodbye and the door closed behind her, I stood in my living room, realizing I was already missing her. Then my eyes wandered to the wall above my couch, and my mood dropped. I sat down in the armchair, and, for a long time, studied all the pictures of me and Tess.

“Good Morning.” I heard Claire’s happy voice rip me out of my thoughts, and saw her and Ava stand in the door. I didn’t even notice them opening it. While Claire was smiling just as happily as she had sounded, Ava was looking at me with a shrewd grin, no doubt because of me spending the night with Mia.

“M ... Morning.” came my surprised reply, as I tried to quickly curb the emotions that had built over the good half hour I had sat there, got up, and walked into the kitchen. More in an attempt to hide my facial expression from them than to actually do something. When I turned with my freshly brewed coffee in my hand that I didn’t even want, however, Claire was still standing in the middle of the room, studying my every move with concern written on her face.

“You want to talk about it?” she asked softly, her head tilted to the side, and showing an encouraging smile on her lips.

Despite my effort, she obviously had noticed the mood I was in when they came home. I pondered her offer for a moment, then simply nodded and sat back in the armchair.

“Mia and I decided to try and make it official.” I explained, as Claire sat down on the couch opposing me.

“Aww, I’m so happy for you, Honey!” she even clapped her hands together as she said that. “But why do you look like that’s a bad thing?”

I sighed, trying to figure out how to put my feelings into words, and my eyes glanced over to Tess’s photos again. Claire followed my gaze and seemed to immediately realize what was bothering me.

“You are not betraying her. It’s been almost half a year, Honey. It’s been even longer since the last time you saw her. At some point you have to move on. There’s nothing wrong about falling in love again.”

“I know. It’s just ... I kinda feel like...” I still had no idea how to explain it. Claire got up from the couch to instead kneel down in front of me.

“Honey, look at me.” She waited for me to do as she asked, and I saw that her compassionate look had been replaced by determination. “You have your entire life in front of you. You’re not even eighteen yet. Do you seriously think she’d want you to stay single forever, just to honor her memory?” She shook her head, and placed one of her hands on my cheek to caress it. “From what I see in those pictures, she loved you, Honey. Don’t put your life on hold.”

“I know that. In principle, at least. It’s just...” I shrugged my shoulders while groaning in frustration, unable to finish.

“Honey, why is it so hard for you to let go of her?” she asked carefully, her voice almost a whisper.

The effect it had on me was unexpected. When I accepted her offer to talk, I was only thinking about the pictures on my wall, and how starting a relationship with Mia while having a wall plastered with photos of my dead Ex could cause problems. I thought that, with her life experience, Claire might have some insight that could help me. But somehow, when she asked me that question, I felt like risking it. Maybe it was because of her seemingly honest efforts to be an actual mother for me during the last two months, or maybe it was simply my need to finally talk about it, but I suddenly blurted out what I couldn’t say before.

“Because I fucked up as her boyfriend when I let her die alone.” I admitted.

Claire was immediately alarmed. Though, for some reason, I could see a deep sadness in her eyes.

“Honey, you couldn’t know.” she said in the same almost whisper she had used to ask me the first question.

For a moment I was irritated at how she seemed to know what I was talking about, even though I never told anyone about it. But then I remembered how our first night together ended. The night I was so drugged up with painkillers that I thought she was Tess, and that ended with me crying like a little boy while constantly apologizing for not realizing that she had cancer. Back then, Claire had simply held me and let me cry myself out. Now she looked like she wanted to do the same, though I wasn’t anywhere near crying again. I was angry with myself.

“But I did know. I noticed her behavior. I saw her extreme mood swings. And I knew something was wrong. But I ... I thought she was bothered by our age difference or something. I SHOULD’ve realized that it was more than simple crap like that!” I protested, but Claire wasn’t in the least bit impressed.

“You were sixteen!” she reminded me vehemently. “You had no way of realizing that something was seriously wrong! You had no way of understanding what was going on without her telling you! You never experienced anything remotely like it! If anyone is to blame for this, it’s Tess for leaving you in the dark. And it’s us, for pushing you out of our lives and leaving you with nobody but your colleagues to ask for advice.”

Now her voice was full of regret as she got up from her knees and sat on the chair’s armrest instead. And then I got my first mom-hug in roughly a decade, when she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head into her chest, before she continued talking.

“Don’t blame yourself for this. If you didn’t realize, it was because Tess didn’t want you to realize. Probably to protect you.”

That startled me. As we sat there, my head leaned into my mothers breasts while she played with my hair, my mind wandered back to the months between Tess’ move and her death. I remembered how often she had encouraged me to find someone else during all those phone conversations we had. How she encouraged me to go out with the guys from work, after I had confessed how they took me to a strip club. How she made me promise to “keep going and hang on”.

Until that very moment, I had always thought that was Tess’ way of telling me that something was going to happen, and I failed her by not understanding it. But now, after hearing Claire’s explanation for it, I might have been wrong about that. For the first time, I allowed myself to view those events from a new perspective. Maybe Claire was right. Maybe that really was Tess’ way to tell me that I had to move on. Or, maybe, that was just wishful thinking.

My arms wrapped around Cliare’s waist and pulled her into my lap, though there was nothing sexual about it. She let it happen, but continued to hold my head to her chest and comfort me, as I held her tight and thought about what she had said. After a good fifteen minutes, my mind had calmed down enough to reach a conclusion. Wishful thinking or not, I knew I couldn’t go on like this. If I wanted to make my relationship with Mia work, I had to let go of my doubts about Tess.

“When Mia left, I looked at the pictures. I thought having my girlfriend over while that wall is plastered with pictures of my Ex would be ... you know...” I started to explain without pulling my head away from Claire, but my voice trailed off.

“Oh.” Claire remarked. She thought about what I had said for a moment, before she jumped up and rushed into the bedroom she shared with Ava. When she returned, she carried some kind of black box that had a power cord dangling from it.

“What’s that?”

“First of all, you shouldn’t feel bad about having pictures of Tess in your apartment.” Claire proclaimed sternly. “The woman is an important part of your life. ‘Is’, not ‘was’. Without her, you wouldn’t be who you are today. That is something Mia should appreciate. It’s also not like you build Tess a shrine here, Honey. But if you feel like you want to make room for new pictures, I think this would be a good compromise.”

She finally handed me that black object she was holding, and I found out that it was a digital picture frame. I studied it for a moment, then regarded Claire with newfound admiration.

“I could leave the ones that also show me, and put the ones that only show Tess on this.” I said, holding the frame and starting to smile.

“Exactly! You’d still have her photos, you wouldn’t get rid of them, but you could put up photos of you and Mia right next to the ones of you and Tess. That would show Mia that she’s on the same level.” Claire said happily again, and beamed at me.

I couldn’t help it. I got off the armchair, pulled her close, and wrapped her into a bearhug.

“Thank you, Mom.” I whispered next to her ear while my hands pulled her into me.

She released a flattering breath upon hearing my words, but I soon felt her respond by wrapping her arms around my torso and returning the hug. We stood there, unmoving, for a long while before I let go, though I got the impression that Mom would have preferred to keep it going for a bit longer.

During the following week, the improvements in my life became apparent. Mom and Ava were happily skipping around the apartment, despite the divorce proceedings looming over us. In school, Mia wasted no time to let everyone know about our new relationship status by putting up a blatant display of affection whenever we met up during breaks or for lunch. Though, I could see that not all of her Cheerleader friends were too happy about it. I guessed not all of them shared Mia’s sentiment about dating younger guys not being a problem.

The Valentine’s Day Date with Mia turned out to be a real challenge. I could now freely admit that I actually loved Mia, and we had grown a lot closer during the weeks we had spent together, but I was still mostly in the dark about what she expected from a boyfriend.

When I tried to get some ideas on reddit, most of what was suggested turned out to be completely useless. Things like “Help out in a soup kitchen”, which was useless because she did that with her family anyway, even if I could see what that had to do with Valentine’s Day in the first place. All the suggestions about ice skating, dancing, and hiking, fell flat because of my bum leg. Finally, I found a post that got me on the right track. It recommended looking for unusual places in my town.

Mia was a little wary, and maybe also a little disappointed, when I told her to dress casually for our date, but when I showed up at her house to pick her up, I was glad to see that she followed my recommendation.

“So...” she started, with apprehension in her voice. “I take it we’re volunteering somewhere?”

“No. As much as I respect people for doing it, I don’t see what that has to do with Valentine’s Day.” That made her perk up. “Just wait, it’s a little way’s off, but I think you’ll like it.”

We drove for almost forty-five minutes before we arrived at a rather inconspicuous storefront and entered. I paid four-hundred dollars for the room, and they handed us those paper-onesies and safety goggles that made Mia look at me weirdly. Then they led us into the backroom, which was decorated and furnished like a regular office, handed us a couple of small sledgehammers, and left us alone.

“What is this?” Mia asked, not completely baffled.

“It’s called a Rage Room.” I grinned.

“A what?”

“A Rage Room. Everything you see here? Smash it to your heart’s content! Go nuts!”

“You’re joking!” she laughed.

“No! I hear it’s surprisingly freeing and relaxing. If you don’t want to, they also have axe throwing next door.” I offered, and saw her eyeing the room with a small grin on her face. That grin grew wider the longer she looked around.

A little unsure if she should really do it, she lifted the hammer while looking at me questioningly. When I gave her an encouraging nod, she let the hammer come down and dive right through a vase on the desk. She shrieked a little as the water and shards flew against the wall, but was very soon over her initial shock.

Just a few days ago, I had thought that she looked entirely too happy when she told me about post orgasm torture. Now that girl was entirely too happy while she smashed that office into pieces, loudly laughing and squealing with every impact of her hammer. At one point, she simply ripped a picture frame off the wall and threw it across the room. After roughly thirty minutes, we had nothing left to destroy, and, as soon as we were out of those whole-body-condoms, she threw herself at me and kissed me in the most heated and passionate way she ever had.

“You know,” she panted after breaking the kiss. “I think now I understand what the whole idea behind The Purge is.”

“I take it you enjoyed yourself?” I laughed.

“I had no idea these places even existed! That was super fun! Thank you!” she nodded, and gave me another kiss. “But you said something about Axe throwing?”

I looked at her in amazement.

“We just spent half an hour swinging heavy hammers, and now you want to throw axes!?”

“Kinda, yeah.” she confirmed, casually shrugging her shoulders.

“How much stamina do you have!? Cheerleading is scary as hell!”

That made her laugh again, though she didn’t feel the need to elaborate on it before she simply grabbed my arm and pulled me to the clerk, who was all too happy to take even more of my money. I’d like to claim that my bum leg made it harder for me to aim steadily, but the simple truth was that Mia handled those axes with much higher precision than I did. Another thing I should look out for if I ever got into a fight with that girl.

After she had thoroughly outthrown me, she turned to wrap her arms around mine.

“Well, this was certainly the most entertaining date I ever had!” she giggled. “But I have to wonder, how is this any more appropriate for Valentine’s than volunteering?”

“Oh, the Valentine’s-part is still coming! Until now I just wanted us to have some fun to start out with.” I assured her. “Once we’re done here, I’ll take you home so you can freshen up. Then, a trip to the movies, and then you get to choose. Either we go out to eat in a fancy restaurant, or I’ll use the time while you freshen up and cook something for us.”

“Cooking it is!” she shouted without hesitation before pulling me to the door. Apparently we were done with the axes.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. It made me happy to feel appreciated.

I dropped her off at her place, then drove home for a shower myself before picking her up again. She had turned into a sight to behold! Her long dark hair was waving freely across her back as she moved, and, despite the lower February temperature, she had chosen a low-cut sundress that showed off the pendant I had gifted her for Christmas. Seeing my reaction to her appearance, a satisfied smile spread across her face.

I didn’t have to suffer through the nauseatingly clichéd romance movie, because, as it turned out, neither of us was giving it much attention. We spent the entire 90 minutes making out in the dark instead. I was secretly very glad with how this whole thing had turned out so far when we arrived in my apartment for the meal.

I had planned to go all out for this, and had Mom help me the evening before to prepare a few things, so the evening wouldn’t be interrupted for too long while I cooked.

“This smells good!” she said roughly ten minutes after I had seated her at my small dinner table. “What is it?”

“Chili Crisp and honey-roasted chicken breasts with thinly sliced rosemary garlic hasselback potatoes.” I informed her. Then I pointed at the couch table. “And for dessert, I bought a chocolate fondue set that I thought we could try out. I got bananas, grapes, and strawberries.”

“Someone’s eager to get laid.” she dryly commented, causing me to laugh.

The dinner went just like I had hoped. After that, we moved over to the couch to watch another movie while enjoying dessert, and the chocolate fondue held a surprising benefit. I presented us with plenty of opportunities to ... clean up ... all the droplets of chocolate that fell on our fingers, lips, and chins before the covered fruits vanished in our mouths. At some point, though, Mia’s gaze fell onto the wall above my couch.

“You took down some of the photos.” she said it like she simply made an observation, but I could still hear the hidden question behind her words.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I thought ... I could hang some photos of us. Together, you know?” I shrugged my shoulders, not entirely sure how she would react.

I wasn’t sure how she would react, because I didn’t know how much Tess’ photos on my wall bothered her in the first place. But her reaction still surprised me, as she simply got up from her seat to plop down onto my lap instead.

“I love you.” she simply stated before giving me a loving, soft, and lingering kiss.

“I love you too.” I smiled.

“In that case, I think I have an idea on how we should move on to the next part of our Valentine’s date.” she grinned.

She got off my lap, grabbed my hand to make me stand up as well, and then moved towards my bedroom.

“Oh!” She added. “Before I forget. Bring that chocolate fountain!”

Who was I to refuse the lady?

Obviously she stayed the night, and also didn’t make any attempt to leave when Mom and Ava returned the next morning from their stay at John’s. Though, she did vanish into my bedroom with Ava, which confused me a great deal until Mom informed me that it was probably time for the obligatory girl’s talk, and giggled after hearing me groaning about it.

About an hour later, when they emerged from my bedroom, my fear was confirmed. Ava knew absolutely everything that had happened the day before, which included absolutely every detail about what happened with the chocolate fountain in my bedroom. She nonchalantly commended me for taking Mia on such a creative date. It seemed like Mia didn’t exaggerate when she claimed this to be the most entertaining date she ever had, since the other boys she dated before all thought she just had to be taken somewhere pricy, and then they’d be en route to her bedroom ... or their cars’ back seats.

I wasn’t particularly surprised about this. At one of our earliest encounters, I straight up told her that the guys she usually went for were exactly the type that doesn’t care about her fun. That was made even more apparent when we got back to school the next day, and she used our lunch break to be even more affectionate in public than before. She took great pleasure in telling the other girls about where I took her, how the meal I personally prepared for us tasted, and I could see almost all of them throw some disappointed glances at their own boyfriends. That part I enjoyed a lot!

From that day on, Ava and Mia spent even more time together, especially since I was now back to staying in the office until Seven or Eight in the evenings. On the two days a week that I still had to attend my PT, I came home at an even later hour and was utterly useless for any kind of activity that didn’t involve actual sleep. Now that my arm was out of the sling, I had to train that as well to regain all of my strength. I was shocked how much I had lost after it was immobilized for almost two months. True to her word, Mia never complained about my long working hours, but rather ensured me that she admired me for taking care of my sister and mother.

Mom was a godsend throughout that time. Mondays through Fridays, when I was staying late in the office, she would take care of the household and cooking. There wasn’t a single day when I came home and she hadn’t prepared something for us. On the weekends, we would cook together as a family. Somehow, I enjoyed that even more than coming home to a readily waiting meal. She always made it a point that none of us ate alone, and insisted on talking about our days.

I also noted that it seemed to be important for her to update me regularly on her job hunt, even though the continuous rejections of her applications became noticeably frustrating for her. She had worked as a paralegal in a law office before, and there simply didn’t seem to be many job offerings at that time. I decided to not put any more pressure on her, since she had enough on her plate with the divorce.

During the following weeks leading up to spring break, that idyll got shaken up.

Mom and Aaron had finally accepted that they would never reach an understanding regarding their divorce, so it was taken to court despite their initial reluctance to do so. Of course, Aaron still fought her on everything and got the judge to order a whopping twelve weeks of counseling. Mom was less than happy about being forced into this, and unburdened herself during dinner after the second session. Simply put, Aaron still refused to acknowledge the part he played in breaking our home.

Ava was the other problem. As it turned out, my sister was a manipulator extraordinaire!

It started out harmless enough, with our now regular evenings cuddled up with Mia on my bed. With me being healed up so much that neither of them had to worry about hurting me, Ava had started snuggling up into me just as much as Mia was. I don’t know if the two of them had planned it together, but looking back, I doubt it.

Over time, it seemed like both of them were working together to get me aroused in those situations. First by picking movies that featured those raunchy scenes that worked before, then by Mia starting to make out with me intensely while Ava was right next to us. Finally, one night, they took it to the next level.

Mia had just gotten me worked up once again when she suddenly grinned at me. Then she looked Ava directly in the eyes, as she pushed her hand into my pants. Ava’s eyes grew big as she watched the rise and fall of my pants clearly showing how Mia was stroking me. Then she surprised me.

“Wanna see it?” Mia asked.

Ava just stared at her like a deer in the headlights for a few seconds. Then, in a barely noticeable movement, her head jerked in the tiniest of nods. Mia smiled, removed her hand from my cock, and used it to push the waistband of my pants down. Ava looked like she was holding her breath, transfixed on my pants slowly moving downwards and revealing my hard flesh. Then, when my rock hard pole sprang free and slapped onto my belly, Ava even jerked back a little. I was way too horny to realize how weird Ava’s behavior was, given how we were already intimately familiar with each other’s genitals.

I could hear Ava swallow, as Mia’s fingers wrapped themselves around my shaft again. Her glance moved back to Ava’s eyes as she resumed slowly stroking me. After another few seconds of this, she surprised me again.

“Go on. Touch him too.” Her tone was halfway between suggestion and command.

I just looked at her stunned. I was still worried about the possible implications of Mia actually seeing me fuck my sister, but the idea of having a girlfriend that was okay with it was too enticing to protest.

Ava’s eyes were now rapidly jumping between me, my cock, and Mia, before she tentatively extended her arm, placed her hand on my lower stomach, and then let it slowly glide downwards. The entire time, she was watching Mia like she was waiting for her to retract her permission. Mia never did. When my sister’s hand joined my girlfriend’s around my shaft, and they both jerked me off in unison while pressing their bodies to either side of mine, I thought my mind was about to break from sensory overload.

Mia leaned further into me and started kissing my neck, as her hand moved upwards my cock and wrapped itself around my crown. She was now using my precum as lubrication on my crown while Ava was steadily jerking my shaft. Ava soon followed suit by leaning into me to start kissing the other side of my neck, imitating Mia’s actions. And I fucking loved every second of it!

“Do you like that, Muffin? Do you enjoy your sister and your girlfriend working together to make your fat cock feel good?” Mia breathed directly into my ear, and I immediately moaned a barely intelligible confirmation.

“Keep going!” Mia commanded towards Ava, as she untangled herself from our bodies, removed her clothes, and, without missing a beat, swung her leg over my head to sit on my face. “Now eat that pussy, Muffin!”

And I did. While Ava jerked me off as commanded, Mia rode my face while loudly moaning. I admit, I soon forgot about Ava and simply worked on kissing, licking, and sucking Mia’s folds. While Mia’s ever increasing moans filled the room, the speed of Ava’s hand increased in equal measure. Within five minutes, Mia reached her orgasm and her juices freely leaked onto my face. Ava’s hand was now moving so fast that I wasn’t far behind Mia, but I had no way of letting them know, so I just let loose.

“D-DON’T STOOOOOP!” Mia moaned loudly, and both, Ava and I, took it to heart.

While I continued to eat Mia throughout her orgasm, Ava simply kept jerking me well past the time I had shot my last spurt of cum, and I felt myself reminded of the time Mia did that. It soon became so intense I couldn’t bear it anymore. Instead of throwing Mia off, however, I decided to grab her head from behind and push it down into my groin. There was no protest on her part, she simply opened her mouth and started sucking on my cum covered tip, causing Ava to finally slow down so as to not hit Mia in the face.

Another minute later, we all lay panting on top of each other, simply relaxing. I wondered how I should get Ava off, but then noticed her hand being stuck between her legs while she was panting just as much as Mia and I were. Apparently, she had managed to masturbate the both of us to a climax

There was no discussion about what happened. We collectively and silently decided to simply get cleaned up and go back to bed.

A few days later, Mia escalated the situation even further, which I should have expected when she lay down in between Ava and me wearing a thin négligée that barely reached halfway down her buttcheeks.

She quickly, and without even uttering a single word, had us positioned so that I was spooning her, while she herself was spooning Ava. As soon as the movie started, she started gyrating her ass into my groin, causing me to harden again and her nighty to move up over her butt.

Feeling my hard meat press into her behind, she removed the arm that was wrapped around Ava to reach back and massage my cock. In mere seconds, she had the blanket removed so she could see how my cock looked in her hand. Then she started sensually gyrating her bare ass in an inviting manner.

My hand reached forward to squeeze her ass, causing her to bend her upper leg and present me with a perfect view to her glistening sex. She had neglected to put on any panties and was obviously just as horny as I was. My eyes were glued to her folds, so much I once again completely forgot about Ava being barely a feet away from me. That didn’t change when Mia used her grip on my shaft to signal me to scoot closer.

As I did, she pointed my cock at her entrance and her intention was clear. I would have fucked her even if she weren’t now placing her hand on my hip and pulling me inside her.

With Ava seemingly asleep, I started out slowly, steadily pumping into my girlfriend from behind, as she turned her head to kiss me and reached back to wrap an arm around my head. Suddenly, I saw Ava stir and stopped all of my movements. Mia had a different idea, though, and started thrusting her hips against me instead. Ava was quickly awake!

As my sister turned around to see what all the shaking was about, Mia completely ignored her. She simply stopped being quiet about it, and moaned in lust as her hips continued moving.

“Are you fucking right now!?” Ava asked incredulously, and I was surprised at how much of an accusation I could hear in her voice.

“Turn around!” Mia barked through her moans, and, to my displeasure, Ava did. She simply turned her back to us.

To my greatest surprise, that pissed me off!

The way she had told Ava to simply turn away and let us do something like this right next to her, completely disregarding the hurt in Ava’s voice about not getting to participate, emotionally sent me back to the time I was excluded by the family. I was just about to tell Mia off, when she beat me to it.

“Not that way!” Mia barked again before Ava could place her head back on the pillow, and finally stopped fucking herself back into me.

When Ava looked confused at us, Mia grabbed her arm and pulled her into a sitting position, before placing her hand on Ava’s shoulder to push her back onto the mattress, but with her head now pointing to the foot of the bed, effectively positioning the two of them in a sixty-nine. Then Mia placed both of her hands on Ava’s head and pulled it between her legs.

Ava didn’t object. I saw her open her mouth and close her lips around Mia’s clit, while my dick was still buried in her canal. This was a whole new level of kinky for me, and I was extremely happy that Mia did not want to exclude my sister. I was almost overtaken by what I was seeing and hearing, but then Mia grabbed Ava’s hips and pulled them towards her own face as well!

“Keep fucking me, Muffin! Please! Fuck me while I eat your sister!” And then she buried her face in Ava’s crotch and got to work.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I started fucking her with vigor now, my balls slapping against Ava’s forehead only increased my lust, but for Mia and Ava it must have been even more stimulating than for me. The way I was positioned behind Mia caused my dick to scrape over her G-spot with every thrust, and soon I felt her walls clamp down on me and ripple around my shaft, as she buried her teeth in Ava’s folds. That, in turn, set Ava off, who suddenly loudly moaned before letting out a wail of pleasure which she silenced by burying her face even deeper into Mia’s soaked pussy.

That was enough for me.

“I’m close too!” I groaned, remembering that Mia didn’t want me to come inside her without a condom.

Mia gracefully jumped over Ava, kneeled behind her head, and then pushed my sister’s mouth over my cock.

“Suck it! Suck your brother’s cock! Make him come with your mouth!” she panted with glee, and Ava complied.

Like on autopilot, I grabbed Ava’s hips as soon as I felt her tongue massage my tip, pulled her to me and returned the favor by sucking on her engorged clit. Within seconds I exploded into her mouth while Mia held her in place, forcing her to swallow, until I removed my lips from Ava’s clit with a loud smacking sound. Then, as if to make the whole thing absolutely perfect for me, Mia pulled Ava’s head off my cock, turned it upwards, and gave her a sloppy kiss. I could see saliva and white strains of my cum run down Ava’s cheeks after they escaped through the corners of her mouth. At that moment, I wished I had a camera handy.

I was almost ready to go again by the time they were done, but they both seemed to be content with simply lying back down to simply enjoy the relaxing feeling their orgasms had caused. Not eager to push Mia too far too soon, and given how I just got a quite satisfying release during my very first threesome, I didn’t complain. I simply lay down next to them and resumed my duty as Mia’s big spoon.

The very next day, something quite interesting happened in school.

I was on my way to the cafeteria for my lunch break, when I heard my name being called over the PA system, telling me to show up in the principal’s office. I had no idea what they wanted from me. I hadn’t had any contact with the man since the day he tried to expel me in my Sophomore year, and immediately contemplated whether he could use the widespread video of my clash with Campbell against me somehow.

That worry was quickly heightened when his assistant led me into his office. I found myself not only confronted with the principal himself, but sitting in front of his desk were also Coach Jenkins, my English teacher Mrs. Jenkins, and, most surprisingly of all, Bill!

“Boss?” I greeted him, unsure why he was there.

“Employee?” he greeted me back with a grin, and I instantly relaxed. If he was making jokes, it probably wasn’t anything bad.

“Mr. Brown.” The principal joined in. “Thank you for joining us so promptly. There is something we need to discuss. If you would, Mrs. Jenkins?”

“Yes.” she nodded, and then turned her attention to me. “You see, over the last two months since school started again, a number of girls from the Cheer Team approached me. Apparently they became quite interested in some kind of self defense training you gave young Miss Miller and your sister.”

“Okay?” I drew that word out, signaling my perplexity.

“Not just girls from the cheer team, actually.” Coach Jenkins now added. “I was also approached by a few girls during gym classes, and even some of the boys from the team who wanted to ask for their girlfriends.”

“Ask about what?” I inquired.

“There appears to be a substantial demand by the female student body to make self defense for women available as an additional extracurricular activity.” the principal explained. “The unfortunate events Miss Miller was involved in seem to have left her peers in a rather ... wary state.”

Why the fuck was that guy talking like he was reading off a press release!?

“Yes.” Bill finally joined the conversation while throwing the principal a doubting look, probably having thought the same thing as I had. “Long story short, your English teacher here called Mrs. Miller, who then called me. Personally, I think it’s a great idea.”

“You do? Really?” I asked doubtfully, remembering the rather intimidating Welcoming Speech he gave me two years ago.

“Of course there would be limits as to what we would teach those girls. The styles and techniques you learned by now are probably a little too ... uh ... fierce.” he explained with a side glance at Coach Jenkins. “The plan would be to host a class that lasts half a semester before it starts over and allows a new set of students to join. That way the classes would be relatively small, making it easier to supervise.”

“Oh!” I said with audible relief. Three months would be enough to teach the basics and cover all of the purely defensive moves. As I told Ava and Mia before, the real key was repetition, not a constant stream of fancy new techniques. “Alright. But ... why did you call me here, then?”

Now Bill was looking at Mrs. Jenkins while pointing his hand at her, like he was asking her to explain.

“The thing is, Mr. Brown, the girls who have come forward to ask about the school establishing a class like that, were specifically asking about you teaching them what you taught young Miss Miller and your sister.”

“Oh.” I said, now with audible displeasure.

“Your employer assures us that you would be perfectly suited to teach the girls. So, the questions we have for you are: Would you be willing to take on that responsibility, and would you be able to do it with your injuries?” she continued.

I contemplated her questions for a moment.

“Well, I don’t have that much free time, Mrs. Jenkins...” I started, but the principal interrupted me.

“Oh, we already talked about that with Mr. Carter.” he nodded towards Bill. “If this were to happen, we would brand it as a cooperation between the school and Carter Security. Naturally, the time you spend teaching your peers in our gym would be part of your working hours.”

I had to admit, that would make this quite attractive for me as well. I could spend two extra hours after classes in the gym with the girls, then go home instead of heading for the office and work another two hours remotely. My hours would stay the same, but I’d get home at Five instead of Eight in the evenings. Also, I now knew why the principal was speaking like that. If he was ‘branding’ this, both the school and Bill would use it for PR work, so the principal was trying to suppress his usual distaste for me.

“Alright.” I said, and looked at Bill out of the corner of my eye. “If I say that my leg should be healed up enough for this, would that mean that you’d make me haul the computers through the offices again?”

Bill laughed and shook his head. I could also see slight grins form on the others’ faces.

“In that case, yes, my leg would be fine. In fact, my physical trainer expects me to lose the cane over spring break.”

“That would be perfect!” The principal called out. “With your commitment, Coach Jenkins can write up the usual consent forms for the students to take home and present to their guardians during spring break. We could then start a test run for the remaining half semester once school starts up again.”

“Thank you, Mr. Brown!” Mrs. Jenkins suddenly said with surprising gratitude in her voice.

“No problem. I’ll get paid for it.” I chuckled. “Do you need anything else from me?”

“No, thank you. I think we took enough time out of your lunch break already.” the principal assured me, and I left after giving them a final nod.

As I stepped out of the room, though, I found myself blocked in by a group of girls, with Ava and Mia in the middle.

“So?” Mia asked excitedly. “Are you gonna do it?”

“You kno ... Of course you knew. They called your Mom, after all.” I suddenly realized. “Well, yes. Coach Jenkins will write up the forms for the ... club ... or whatever they’ll call it, and then we can start after spring break.”

As Mia threw her arms around my neck and kissed me in front of all her friends, the other girls started giggling in excitement and assured me how they couldn’t wait for our lessons to start. I wasn’t entirely sure why they would be so eager, but maybe the principal was right about them being affected by Mia’s stalker encounter.

I continued my new school life until spring break arrived, and with the end of the quarter, the school sent out progress reports. To my greatest pleasure, my grades had improved significantly! I had improved by at least a full grade in every subject, except for gym class which I couldn’t participate in since mid-November. When I showed Mom my report card, she was over the moon.

“I’m suddenly a solid-B student!” I exclaimed in wonder.

“Oh, I’m so proud of you, Honey!” Mom smiled, and she actually looked proud as well. “Those last few months were so hard for you, but you still managed to improve!”

“I honestly can’t say that I spent any more time studying than before.” I replied a little unsure about this development. “I still work my usual hours and even have a girlfriend to entertain now. How’d this happen!?”

For some reason, Mom’s proud smile turned into genuine happiness. She refrained from commenting further on it, but simply moved into the kitchen with a noticeable spring in her step to prepare something special for us to eat. Only when we sat down at the dinner table, as a small family, happily chatting away about our days, did I realize why my grades had improved and why Mom was so happy about it.

The one thing that changed was my environment. I had a Mom who was acting like a Mom. I had a sister that cared about me. I could sit down at my desk without being distracted by thoughts and worries about what the family was doing behind my back. I could go to school without feeling like a pariah. That was all. I didn’t study more than before, but the time I did spend studying garnered better results.

Because I was happy.

A few days later came the event that finally made me understand the weird happenings in my bedroom. Mom had asked me to help her with the grocery shopping, so we were out of the Apartment for a good two hours. When we returned, however, she showed a rather peculiar behavior by keeping me out of my bedroom. She insisted I’d help her put away the groceries while constantly checking her watch. Then kept me occupied with menial tasks until the doorbell rang and she all but ran to open the door.

As soon as Mia stepped into the apartment, Mom grabbed her purse, mumbled something about having to meet up with Danny, and left in a hurry. Mia, for her part, was again an absolute vision of beauty.

“Are we going out?” I asked a little perplexed about seeing her all dolled up.

“No, Muffin.” she said, before wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in for a passionate kiss that instantly sent my blood into my nether regions. “But we are doing something special.”

“Ouuuh, I like the sound of that!”

“I was hoping you would.” she laughed. “Now, before we start, there are a few things I need to tell you.”

She grabbed my hand, led me to the couch, and made me sit down before she plopped herself into my lap. Then she continued.

“First of all, I won’t be home during next week. Dad has some business in Europe and the whole family has to accompany him.”

“Oh.” My disappointment was clear, but she quickly placated me with a kiss.

“Sorry, Muffin. I’d love to spend the whole week with you, but I can’t. But that brings me to my next point. You won’t be alone. I decided that it is time to give your sister a little reward. She worked really hard to rectify her mistake.”

“Which mistake?” I asked dubiously, half expecting to hear about something my sister did that I didn’t know about yet.

“The mistake of painting you in a bad picture amongst her friends.” Mia said firmly. “You might have wondered why so many of the girls were so happy about you accepting to be our trainer.”

“I did notice that.” I raised an eyebrow.

“Well, what you didn’t notice - because she didn’t want you to notice, so you wouldn’t think she only did it to gain your favor - was that your sister spent the last four months telling everybody and their parents what an awesome guy her little brother is.”

“What?” I asked incredulously. I remembered that she stood up for me during one of their cheer practices, when one of the girls had called me ‘Tiny Tim’ again, but since then I never was around her in school enough to notice anything.

“MhHmm.” Mia nodded. “She told everyone how you stood up for her in that parking lot. How you let her live with you when she needed a place. How you’ve been teaching us self defense. How you take care of her and your Mom. And even how much you changed physically, with all the training you’ve gone through. She’s using every opportunity she can get to praise you into high heavens.”

“Huh. I had no idea.” I really hadn’t. But a lot of things made sense now. Especially why so many of the girls asked Mrs. Jenkins about me in particular as a trainer for the self defense course.

“As I said, that was her intention. Though, I did almost slip and tell you.” she giggled. “Did you notice those displeased looks on the girl’s faces when I told them about us becoming a couple? That was envy, Muffin. So, I think she earned a little show of appreciation for her efforts.”

“Fine by me. What do you have in mind?”

Suddenly, she pressed her body closer into mine.

“That brings me to the other thing I have to tell you.” she said, and then leaned forward to position her mouth next to my ear. “Your big sister is a little submissive in bed, Muffin.”

I blinked in surprise. Was this going the way I thought it would!? I sure hoped so!

“You mean...” I let my voice trail off, hoping she would elaborate herself, so I was in no danger of revealing anything I shouldn’t know.

“She doesn’t get off on pain, so don’t go buying whips and clamps.” she giggled, before her eyes took on a lustful sight and her lips curved in a sultry grin. “But she does like it rough. And today I want you to give it to her rough.”

With that, she got off my lap, grabbed my hand, and led me towards my bedroom door.

“Just relax.” she said, as her hand grabbed the doorknob. “And keep an open mind. You liked what we did so far, didn’t you? I’m sure you’ll like what’s next as well.”

And with that, she opened the door and led me inside.

Ava was lying on my bed, naked and on her stomach, her legs spread just enough so we could get a clear view of her sex. She was wearing a sleeping mask for some reason, but I knew she was awake from the way her body had tensed up when she heard the door open. Now I knew why Mom had kept me away from my bedroom. She must have known about this and helped them!

Mia walked us next to the bed before starting to undress herself. I was completely taken in by the sight of Ava. The way she was lying on my bed made her ass look like a soft pillow that I just wanted to bury my head in. Upon closer inspection, I could see small drops of dew appearing along her inner pussy lips. She was definitely awake and getting aroused in anticipation.

Suddenly, Mia’s hand appeared in my field of vision as she trailed her fingers up Ava’s thigh, before lightly scraping them along Ava’s slit, causing her legs to tremble. With her hand now squeezing Ava’s left buttcheek, Mia turned her attention to me.

“Come closer, Muffin. Explore your sister’s body.” she whispered, and I felt my dick twitch.

I stepped forward and placed my hand on the inside of Ava’s thigh, feeling her muscles twitch when my fingertips made contact with her skin. My hand slowly moved upwards and, as my index finger gently scraped along her labia, Mia’s hand moved inwards to assist my own in its task to probe my sister’s sex. As my fingers found Ava’s clit and lightly pinched it, Mia’s fingers moved up along Ava’s folds before she pressed the tip of her middle finger against Ava’s butthole, not strong enough to penetrate it, but firmly enough to let Ava fear an attempt at dry probing.

Encouraged by that display, my own fingers moved away from Ava’s clit to part her inner lips. We could actually hear how wet she was. When my fingers reached Ava’s entrance, I pushed two of them inside while Mia started dragging her fingernails along my sister’s spine. Ava immediately reacted by releasing a soft moan. The display of her writhing body, as I slowly fingered her, was spectacular. I never had such a great view when I did this before, and could see Ava’s skin being pulled towards her center as I shoved my digits as deep into her as I could.

After about a minute or so, Mia made Ava kneel upright on the mattress, leaned down herself, and started kissing her. Ava, still wearing the sleeping mask blocking her sight, tried to return the kiss but more than once puckered her lips towards the air.

Then Mia moved her kisses down Ava’s body, along her collarbone and finally onto her nipples. That looked so incredibly sexy that I wanted in on that. So, I kneeled behind Ava myself, moved her head to lean to the side, and started kissing her neck. But then I felt Mia’s hand on my shoulder, gently guiding me so my kisses trailed along Ava’s neck, over her cheek, and finally to the corner of her mouth.

I glanced at Mia, making sure this was really what she wanted, and saw her nodding in encouragement. So, with Ava’s naked ass pressed into my groin, my hand slipped under her chin and moved her head to face straight at the ceiling, before I leaned forward and kissed my own sister on the lips, right in front of my girlfriend.

Mia, in turn, didn’t wait long, and simply joined in. Three mouths, and very soon three tongues, battling for contact with each other. From then on, we couldn’t wait anymore.

I jumped off the bed and started undressing myself. My rock hard cock pointing straight at the objects of my desire. While I was removing my clothes, Mia helped Ava get off the bed and kneel on the floor instead. As soon as I was naked, she placed both of her hands on either side of Ava’s head, and pointed her face at my groin.

“Put your hands behind your back and open your mouth, Babe.” Mia whispered, and Ava complied. She opened her mouth with a moan and even stuck out her tongue in anticipation.

There she sat, my big sister, with her perky tits jetted outwards to put them on display, her mouth wide open and her tongue hanging out, waiting for me to use her mouth as my personal fuckhole. And I didn’t wait long. I stepped forward, placed the tip of my cock on her tongue, and she immediately started sucking me with loud moans.

“Yes, Babe, taste him. Taste your brother’s cock. Isn’t it the best thing you ever had in your mouth?” Mia asked sinfully, and Ava moaned her approval as the speed of her bobbing head increased.” Just wait until he gives you his extra tasty cream!”

And with that, Mia leaned past Ava to twirl her tongue around my nipple, while simultaneously placing a hand on the back of Ava’s head. She started pushing Ava’s mouth down my pole until I felt the head of my cock past her tonsils and heard her choke, but she never tried to pull back or even resist Mia’s guidance.

“Just remember now, Muffin, she likes it rough.” Mia said, before grabbing Ava’s head with both hands to move it forcefully now, instead of just guiding its direction.

There I stood, in my bedroom, with my girlfriend forcefully fucking my big sister’s head onto my cock.

“GWACH - GWACH - GWACH” was all I could hear from Ava, as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat over and over again, every time Mia pushed her into my groin with a big grin on her face.

“Yes, Babygirl. Please your brother.” Mia said through her own panting. “God, this is so fucking hot!”

I had to agree, and grabbed a handful of Mia’s hair to pull her face towards me. We passionately kissed, our tongues wrestling, while she used Ava’s mouth to please me. Then she suddenly leaned down, pulled Ava’s head off my cock, and started blowing me herself. Ava’s face was now shoved into my balls, which she instantly started licking with gusto.

Then I felt my cock shove back into Ava’s throat for a forceful fucking, and back into Mia’s mouth for a luscious blowjob, and back into Ava’s throat as Mia kept alternating between those two options. I was lost in my lust, all thoughts about the implications and possible consequences forgotten, wiped from my consciousness.

But then it happened. Mia jumped up, her eyes wild, and pushed Ava’s head onto the ground while she was still on her knees, so her ass was pointing up.

“Come behind her, Muffin!” she commanded, and I eagerly complied. She motioned for me to kneel behind Ava and grabbed my cock, pointing it towards my sister’s sopping wet hole, and used her other hand to squeeze my ass. “Now I’m going to get a condom and then you will finally plunge that fat cock of yours into your sister.”

“No!” Ava shouted. “Fuck the condom! Just fuck me, brother! Please! Now! I need it! I’ve waited for so long! PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!”

Mia’s eyes grew big and her entire body grew still.

“But ... Ava ... He’s...” she stammered.

“I’m on the Pill, Mia! It’s Okay! Please, I want to feel my brother inside me!” Ava pleaded, and Mia’s eyes jumped between my eyes, my cock, and Ava’s pussy. “I want my brother to feel me!”

“Okay.” I just said. “I’ll fuck you raw, Princess.”

Ava moaned loudly upon hearing me call her by my intimate nickname for her. The nickname that reminded her so much of how our relationship had changed, by hearing how the intonation I used had changed.

If at all possible, Mia’s eyes grew even bigger. She just stared at me for a few seconds, before I could see that lustful glint appear. She kept her hold of my cock, still pointing it at Ava’s entrance, while the hand on my ass finally started pushing me towards it. Slowly, painfully slowly, I closed the distance, but she stopped pushing me as soon as she saw the tip of my cock make contact with Ava’s sensitive skin. Then she just looked at me.

I grabbed Ava’s hips with both hands, looking Mia directly in the eyes while she kept holding my cock in place, before pulling Ava with all the strength I had back into me, burying myself inside her at once. Ava wailed in pleasure.

“GAAAAWD YES! THANK YOU! THANK YOU, LITTLE BROTHER! FUCK ME!”

And I did. Too worked up from what had happened so far, and remembering that she liked it rough, I mercilessly slammed into her repeatedly. With every forceful thrust I felt my tip pass that tight ring inside her again, and every time I felt that extra tightness around my tip, Ava let out a shrill shrieking sound. I was a little concerned that Mia might be put off by that display, but instead she seemed to be getting turned on even more, as she panted loudly while watching me brutally fuck my own sister.

“That’s how you like it, Princess? Me fucking you however hard I want?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“YES! YES! FUCK! YEEEEES! USE ME, LITTLE BROTHER!” she screamed without inhibition. We continued like this for a few minutes before I could feel her clamping down on me. “CUMMING! I’M COMING! OH GOD! I’M FINALLY COMING ON MY BROTHER’S COOOOOCK!”

And her whole body started violently shaking as a continuous moan filled the room.

That ripped Mia out of her trance. By what I saw in her expression, it was clear that she had made up her mind about all of this, and now she wanted to join in. She jumped up, lay on her back in front of Ava, and spread her legs wide. Then she grabbed Ava’s hair and shoved my sister’s mouth into her pussy.

“Keep going, Muffin!” she commanded, before shifting her attention back to Ava. “Now eat my cunt, Babygirl! Your brother’s going to violently ram his fat hard cock into you until you make me come! But you better hurry up, because if you come before me, I’m going to torment your pussy until you scream as punishment!”

And with that she grabbed Ava’s head with both of her hands again and started smashing her face into her pussy. Ava, once again, was eager to please, though it was hard for her.

“AAAAARRGH! INTENSE! TOO INTENSE!” Ava screamed as she removed her mouth from Mia’s pussy for a second, but Mia was just as merciless as I was and simply pulled Ava’s face back into her folds, choking off her growling.

I kept pounding away as hard as I could, and soon felt the telltale signs of my own orgasm.

“Oh fuck! I don’t think I can go on much longer!” I warned them.

“You hear that, Babygirl?” Mia taunted. “If you don’t put some effort into this and make me fucking come, your own brother is going to flood your insides with his spermMMMMMMM OOOHHHHFUUUUUCK!”

Apparently that had sent Ava into overdrive, and she used every trick she knew to make Mia happy.

“OH GOD! MUFFIN! She LIKES the idea! The little slut WANTS her brother to come inside her!” Mia moaned, apparently just as turned on by the idea as Ava and I were. “Would you like that, Muffin? Unloading inside her? Shooting into your sister? Paint her walls, Stud! Do it! DO ITTTTTT! YEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!”

And with that, Mia erupted in her own orgasm. She thrashed around as her whole body spasmed, her legs jerked, and her chest trembled. Ava kept sucking on her folds throughout the whole ordeal.

When Mia came down from her climax about a minute later, she sat next to us and pushed her hand underneath Ava’s body. Her hand found Ava’s clit and started viciously rubbing it.

“NO! NO! NOOOOOOO! TOO SENSITIVE! PLEASE!” Ava pleaded, but Mia simply placed her hand on Ava’s neck to keep her head pressed onto the floor, while she kept on tormenting my sister’s clit in addition to my relentless pounding. Suddenly, Ava released another scream and her juices started shooting out of her, squirting like the first day the two of us shared my bed, drenching my lower body and Mia’s arm.

And that was finally too much for me. My balls tightened, my back muscles tensed, and I groaned loudly as I slammed into my sister as deep as I could before shooting jet after jet of my hot cum directly into her womb. I kept myself buried inside her until my cock stopped twitching, while Mia never ceased stimulating Ava past her limits.

After roughly thirty seconds, Ava simply passed out and her upper body collapsed to the ground and slid forward, causing my cock to slide out of her with an audible “Plop”. When her body stopped sliding over the floor, her ass was still slightly raised, so her pussy was put on display and we could see it still convulsing.

Mia wasted no time, and as soon as she saw my cock covered in my sister’s juices, took it into her mouth to clean it up.

“Oh God! Muffin!” she moaned between sucking me and taking deep breaths. “I can’t believe you just creampied your own sister ... Making her squirt... “ suddenly her voice morphed into a growl. “And I fucking loved it!”

As she said that, she dove down to push her face in between my unconscious sister’s limp legs, and started loudly sucking my cum out of Ava’s dripping pussy. I could hear the slurping sounds while Ava’s legs started twitching like someone was lightly electrocuting her.

Somehow, this stopped me from getting soft. This whole situation was just too much, too surreal, too intense.

When Mia had finished cleaning my sister, she simply jumped onto the mattress and pulled me on top of her, causing me to fall in between her widely spread legs. We kissed for a long time, as I rubbed my hard length against her sopping wet center.

We noticed Ava stirring, and Mia motioned for me to help her up onto the bed.

“You want to see the cock that made you come?” she asked Ava. “Yes? You want to see it stretch me out as your brother shoves it into me now?” And when Ava nodded again, Mia reached out to pull the sleeping mask off Ava’s head.

Ava immediately grabbed my cock and pulled me into Mia, just like Mia had done before. But instead of then simply watching as I fucked into that readily waiting hole, Ava returned yet another favor by also pressing one hand flatly onto Mia’s lower stomach, while placing her other hand on Mia’s clit, rapidly massaging it in a circular motion while I fucked away.

Mia’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as Ava hooked her free arm into one of Mia’s legs, and pulled it further upwards to give me even better access. I slammed into my girlfriend with increasing speed and force, trying to meet Ava’s intensity in pleasing Mia. Now it was Ava and I who relentlessly worked on Mia’s pussy until, after merely five minutes, she couldn’t bear it anymore. Needless to say, we refused to let up.

“OH GAAAAWD! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOUUUUU!” Mia screamed as she exploded into her own orgasm, and finally collapsed just like Ava had before.

But I wasn’t done! I was so close to coming again! I just kept fucking my girlfriends limp body until I felt my balls tighten again. Then I grabbed Ava by her hair, pulled her head down so it lay sideways on Mia’s lower stomach, pulled out of my girlfriend, and started shooting my second load of the evening into my sister’s open mouth.

She swallowed everything. Even the last spurt that wasn’t forceful enough to reach Ava’s mouth and instead landed square on Mia’s sex. My big sister simply extended her tongue and sensually licked my cum off my girlfriend’s pussy, all the while looking deeply into my eyes!

When I was done, I fell onto the mattress myself. With the last of my strength, I pulled the two sexy girls against me, so we could cuddle up in complete satisfaction.

As we lay there, I finally got it. I finally understood what Ava had done.

Not once during the whole three months of buildup to this situation since I learned about Ava’s sleeping problems, did she initiate anything between the three of us. She had always acted pensively and timidly, seeking Mia’s permission for everything, and making a great show out of displaying how new all this was for her. Tomorrow, Mia would be sure that she was actually the one who pushed me towards fucking my sister for the very first time. There was no danger of her freaking out now. I could have a girlfriend that was perfectly content with me fucking my family members.

I wasn’t too sure if I was allowed to be happy about that, since it meant that Mia was tricked into this. Kinda, at least. Did it even matter, though? Sure, if we had straight up told her about everything that had happened between Ava and me from the beginning, chances are she wouldn’t be here right now. But then again, given how eager she was to support Ava in her pursuit of me, and how much she herself risked pushing me towards accepting a sexual relationship with my sister, she could just as well have accepted it.

As if she could sense my thoughts about her, I heard Mia mumble a sleepy “Love you two”, and saw Ava regard me with a warm smile.

That got me thinking about my sister. I did notice how much better my school life had gotten. Looking at it objectively, a change like that was unlikely to happen simply because of a video showing me getting shot, and it happened way too fast to just be caused by sharing my lunch table with the cheerleaders. So, I was fairly certain that what Mia had told me about Ava’s quest to raise my popularity was true. She did stand up to the other cheerleaders right in front of me, after all. And she was the first to take my side when Aaron emptied my bank account.

If Ava had really spent the last four months secretly trying to undo the damage she caused, while simultaneously working on improving our relationship at home ... Then it would be the exact thing I had always hoped to one day see from my big sister. I looked at her, returning the warm smile she was giving me.

I pulled the both of them tightly into me, and placed a kiss on the top of Mia’s head.

“I love you too.” I said, then turned my head towards Ava. “And I love you too.” I added, before kissing Ava’s head as well.

I felt Ava hold her breath for a moment before she wrapped her arms around my chest and squeezed me so tight I feared my ribs would break again. Then she buried her face in my side while I felt her body lightly jerk every time a soft and choked sob reached my ears, and tears ran from her eyes onto my skin.