Fucking my Crush

*The next Morning

I woke up. Thursday morning. Sunlight shinning on my eyes, which in return help immediately snapped me out of sleep. My body that felt like it had been hit by a truck in the best and worst way possible.

Yesterday was a blur of cum and heat. After the three of us finally untangled. The room smelled of cum mixed with sweat and heat, desserted with saliva. Chloe and Cassie slipped out giggling, leaving me sprawled on sweat-damp sheets. "Let's let him rest" I closed my eyes for what felt like one second, just to catch my breath, and then, just like that, nothing. Blackout sleep. No dreams, no guilt spiral, just gone.

Until now.

I blinked at the ceiling fan spinning lazy circles above me. My dick was already half-hard just from the memory; Chloe’s mouth, Cassie’s soft moans muffled against her sister’s thigh, the way they both looked at me like I was theirs to ruin. Jesus. What the hell had I done?

I dragged myself upright. Clock said 8:47 a.m. School started at 9:15. Shit.

I headed to the taps

Shower was cool. I stood under the rain-head letting the water pound my shoulders while I tried to rinse away the smell of sex that still clung to my skin. Didn’t work. Every time I closed my eyes I saw them Chloe’s smirk, Cassie’s wide-eyed surprise when I first pushed inside her. My hand twitched like it wanted to finish what the memories started, but I shut the water off instead. No time.

Downstairs the kitchen smelled like coffee and fresh croissants. Mike was already gone - some early meeting, and Mom was humming while she packed her lunch. She kissed my cheek on her way out. “Have a good day, baby. Love you.”

“Love you too,” I mumbled, feeling like the world’s biggest liar.

Chloe and Cassie were already at the island, dressed for school. Chloe in her usual cheer skirt and cropped hoodie, ponytail high, smirking like she knew exactly what I was thinking. Cassie quieter, black oversized hoodie swallowing her frame, tiny athletic shorts peeking out underneath, hair in a loose braid.

“Morning, big bro,” Chloe drawled, popping a strawberry into her mouth. “Sleep well?”

I shot her a look that said shut the fuck up. She just grinned wider.

Cassie gave me a small, shy smile. “We saved you coffee.”

I grabbed a mug, downed half of it black, and shoved a croissant in my mouth.

When I headed for the garage to grab my keys, Chloe called out. “Come on, big bro. We can go together.”

I turned. Both of them were standing by the door now. Chloe with the keys to the black Range Rover dangling from her finger, Cassie shifting her backpack, looking up at me through her lashes patiently waiting my answer.

.

I hesitated for half a second. Then shrugged. “Yeah. Fine.”

Chloe drove. I took shotgun. Cassie climbed in the back.

The gates slid open and we rolled down the winding hill toward the 405. Traffic was already thickening, but Chloe weaved through it like she owned the road. The music was some playlist full of The Weeknd and SZA.

We took the Range Rover—black, matte, the one Mike lets the girls drive on weekdays because “public school parking lots are war zones.” Chloe behind the wheel, windows down, music low but bass heavy.

Cassie slid into the back seat with me. The leather was cool against my thighs. The second we pulled out of the gate, her hand found my knee - still

I froze.

She didn’t look at me, just stared out the window like nothing was happening. Her fingers walked higher, slow, casual. Then she palmed me through my jeans.

I sucked in a breath. Chloe caught my eye in the rearview and grinned.

“Relax,” Chloe said softly. “No one can see. I promise”

Cassie’s zipper came down next, slowly and quietly. Her hand slipped inside, warm skin on warm skin. She stroked me, lazy, slowly, savering every slow stroke . I gripped the door handle so hard my knuckles ached.

Chloe reached back with one hand, squeezed my thigh, then turned the music up a notch.

By the time we hit the freeway Cassie had me fully hard, thumb circling the tip through the slit in my boxers. I was breathing through my teeth, trying not to thrust into her fist.

Chloe glanced back again “Save some for later,” she murmured.

Cassie pulled her hand out right as we turned into the academy lot. Zipped me up. I was throbbing

School was the usual blur. lockers slamming, kids yelling about last night’s game. Till I saw her - Sophia, in the hallway. She was leaning against her locker in that fitted blazer, curls loose today, laughing at something one of her friends said.

Our eyes met. She smiled a little, quick,then looked away. But she looked back. Twice. My stomach flipped. Was that interest? Or just being polite? or is this just in my head. I couldn’t read it.

Bio lab was last period. Group practical: build a simple circuit that powers an LED array using only the components on the table. Mine and Sophia’s group sucked at it. Wires kept shorting, bulbs flickered and died. Everyone else gave up around 3:30—“We’ll fix it tomorrow,” One after the other they say, they say, packing up.

Until it was just us. Everyone else had packed off

The room was quiet except for the hum of the air-con and the occasional spark from our mess of a breadboard.

Sophia sighed, pushed her hair back. “This is hopeless.”

“Yeah,” I said. “We’re cursed.”

She laughed at my joke, soft and feminine, it sounded real. Then her left hand landed on my thigh under the table. Gentle. High. Inches from where I was already half-hard again from the car ride.

Hormones kicked in instantly

“Are you busy later?” she asked, voice low. “Can you come to my place? We could… finish this there. Or at least try to figure out why it's going wrong”

I swallowed. Her fingers didn’t move, but the heat of her palm was burning through my jeans. “Y-yeah. Yeah, I can come.”

She smiled, slow, almost shy. “Right now? Or do you have stuff at home?”

“Nah,” I said too fast. I'm such an idiot. “I’m good. Let’s go now.” like I'd ever say no

Her condo was ten minutes away. Modern building, gated, valet parking. She led me up in the elevator, quiet, but every time our shoulders brushed I felt it the electric energy in the atmosphere

At her door she paused, key in hand, then turned and looked at me.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” she said, pushing it open , stepping aside