Double Dates

Note there are some references to my Wormholes works in here. You don't need to read those, but consider this story loosely in the same world, though not at the same time.

Chris felt the beat jumping up through the floor and into his chest. He cast his eyes around the room; the one good thing about their recent move to the city was the incredible club scene, and the range of beautiful women who subscribed to it. Even if there was only one venue near home, it offered hope. He breathed deeply, stood straight, and readied himself to offer his whole being to anyone who found him appealing. No, he readied himself to search for the perfect woman. He could do it. He was a prize. He-

'Want a drink?' The young woman next to him shouted in his ear. He turned to her. Just shorter than his respectably average height, dark hair framing her face, slender, luminous brown eyes. He knew most men would fall at her feet in worship.

He batted her away, flailing like he had done for most of the last twenty years.

'Sarah I swear to God if anyone thinks we are together I will literally die, right here and now. I won't have to try. They won't have to tell me. It will just happen'.

'So no then? Suit yourself'.

His sister turned back to the bar, and Chris bit his lip. He knew he was being unfair, but tensions had been running high with their unusual living situation. They both had wanted to blow off steam, and he knew she was just as human as he was - she was surely looking for some pretty boy to hold hands with. He refused to allow himself to think any further along those lines.

A moment later she joined him, passing him the rum and coke he would have asked for if he hadn't been feeling so ornery. 'Thanks', he muttered. He leaned in to let himself be heard. 'Thanks, and sorry. I'm a little wound up'.

Sarah leaned back and spoke directly into his ear. 'You mean being stuck with your sister all day, every day hasn't transported you to a field of delights? I'm shocked'.

Chris let out a wry chuckle, and just caught the sight from the corner of his eye of one of the most perfect women he had ever seen looking at him. Looking at his sister, leaning into his ear, talking to him, making him laugh. He saw her turning away. His laughter turned into a dry moan.

He started after the stunning redhead, but too quickly she was gone, lost in the hundreds dancing. He put his face in his hands and let out a scream of frustration, safe in the knowledge that the pounding music and crowds would mask this too as it slipped through his fingers.

Sarah came to stand beside him. 'She get away?'

'Don't they all'. Chris muttered. 'Come on, let's dance'.

Tempers had flared at home recently, but the pair were able to cut loose, at least a little. They danced together more like friends than siblings, and for a while Chris forgot how irritating she could be, and Sarah forgot how much space he took up. They poked fun at one another for their awful dance moves, and managed not to get too annoyed when the crowd pushed them together. Eventually, the need to find a partner became too much. They split, and hunted alone.

The rest of the night was a blur of dancing, drinking, hunting and finding nothing. Hours and too many drinks later, Chris could dance no more. The night had wound down, and the remaining singles had paired off. The crowd cleared, and he saw Sarah swaying to the music and the booze coursing through her system, eyes searching, as hungry and as lonely as his own. He staggered over to her, put his arms around her shoulders, and together they half stumbled, half walked towards their nearby home.

* * * * *

Chris woke the next morning to a comfortable warmth draped across him. His brain began its boot sequence:

PRIORITY ONE

PENIS: CHECK

PRIORITY TWO

ORGANS: CHECK

BLOOD: CHECK

LIMBS: CHECK

PRIORITY THREE

SINGLE LIFE: CHECK

SINGLE DURATION: EXTREME

COMPANIONSHIP: CHECK

RUNNING COMPANIONSHIP SUBROUTINE:

SOFTNESS: CHECK

WARMTH: CHECK

LIKELIHOOD OF FEMALE: HIGH

RUNNING ERECTION SUBROUTINE

FAMILY: CHECK

ABORTING ERECTION SUBROUTINE... FAILED

His conscious mind came alive around shortly after Sarah's; more than enough time for her own rage module to become fully enabled. Cheeks red with fury and the warmth of the bed, she tore into him.

'You sick fucker, Chris'.

'Why are you lying on top of me! You've never done that before!'

'It's a small bed'.

'We've been sharing it for six months. You know which side is yours'.

'Stop trying to distract me. Get your dick out of my side'.

'You're on top of me'.

'Excuses!' She sprang off the bed to her feet, loose purple top covering her to mid-thigh. She lambasted him for a few minutes more, hands on hips and nipples firmly pointing through her shirt. Chris was unprepared for the next life, and so chose not to mention her own unavoidable physical reactions. Sarah strode across the room - all two steps of it. She squeezed into their tiny bathroom, and Chris flopped back onto the bed as he heard the shower start up.

Not for the first time, he wondered if they had made the right choice. He and Sarah hadn't thought too carefully about their parents' offer to send them to university in the big city, and to get them a place of their own. He should have thought more carefully about his family's finances. He was grateful, surely. With Sarah just barely in the same school year as him, and now in the same year at university, they never had a chance to build any kind of savings buffer between the two of them, but somehow they made it work. Just. Somehow, they got an incredible deal on this tiny flat, wedged on the corner of a much larger building. They got it added to the mortgage on their own home, a deal so inscrutable their broker simply asked them to take it and question it no further while visibly scratching his head. And so, when it came time to move in, the siblings were buoyed by the idea of their own space, even if it meant cooking on a hotplate, or having a sink literally in the shower, or having space for one tiny TV, on the wall, between the light switch and the single grubby window. They felt great. Right up until the first night.

Chris had tried his best to be a good brother. The bed was surprisingly modest in size, maybe even a king, but most of the remaining floor space was taken up by a low sofa. He nobly volunteered to take it, at least for the first night. Nay, the first week. His resolve lasted fifteen minutes.

The furniture had come with the house, and apparently this particular item had been bought at the cobweb and spring emporium. Or possibly the cactus and sandpaper store. Either way, he knew sleep would be impossible, and there was literally no room on the floor.

'Sarah. Saaaaraaaaah. Sarah'.

'What do you want Chris'.

'Are you awake'.

'No, I'm a skilled sleep conversationalist'.

'That will do. I can't sleep on this sofa'.

'Grow up, big brother'.

'I'm serious'.

The silence stretched out for a moment.

'Fine', said Sarah, 'I'll take it'.

'I don't think you should. I don't think anyone could sleep on this. I don't think anyone should sit on this'.

'Don't be a baby, I'll show you how it's done'.

Two minutes later, they had agreed to share the bed.

'Just like when we were kids', said Chris.

'If you jab me with your elbows I will poison your coffee'.

'Yes, just like when we were kids'.

The shower squeaked off, bringing Chris back to the present. He shut his eyes and rolled over to the wall, giving Sarah the privacy she needed to get dressed. 'Sorry', he muttered.

'Don't worry about it. You couldn't help it'.

Chris felt his eyebrows raise at Sarah's relaxed tone, but was happy the uncomfortable moment was firmly in the past. He stood from the bed they had never been able to afford to replace. He padded over the tiny bathroom, scrubbed off the funk of the night before, and set about his day.

Tensions cooled over the next few days. A particularly long self-relief session while Sarah was in class helped Chris shave the edge off his sexual frustrations, and they resumed a normal life, bickering a little over what to watch at night, splitting the cooking such as it was, and avoiding using all the hot water in the shower. Mostly, they spent their time hanging out, as close as they had ever been. Chris woke more than once to find Sarah draped on top of him, or to find himself cuddled into her, but they refused to mention it now the bitter disappointment of remaining alone was safely navigated.

* * * * *

The next week felt oddly familiar to Chris. He and Sarah were back at the same club, and he was torn again between trying not to abandon Sarah and trying to find a nice girl to have a nice time. Or a bad girl to have a very good time. He was open to all sorts of possibilities. He knew people must assume they were together, and so he was stunned when the same glorious redhead in a short green dress from the previous week sashayed out of the morass of humans to stand before him.

'Blrghle?'

'Hi, I'm Anna', she said, leaning in close. 'Are you two together?'

DON'T FUCK UP MODULE: ENGAGED

'Not really?'

DON'T FUCK UP MODULE: CRITICAL FAILURE

'What does that mean?'

'She's my sister! We're here together but she is my sister. Not my partner. Sister'. Chris was nodding so hard he thought his entire neck would slide off.

'Oh wow, I didn't think anyone else was here with their sibling!' Her blue eyes sparkled. Chris was barely aware of her waving into the crowd, until a man roughly his own height and build came to stand next to Anna. Still in a daze, he felt his heart sink.

'Is this your boyfriend?' He stopped his voice from breaking, barely.

'No', Chris felt his heart re-inflate as Anna's hot breath tickled his ear, 'he's my brother. This is Ricky'.

'Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. That's great! That's so good'.

'Is it?'

'Yes, I mean'. Chris took a moment to breathe. Normal function resumed. 'It's great to meet you both'. He clinked glasses with Ricky, who had a bemused grin on his face.

'It's great to meet you too! What's your name?'

'I'm Chris. This is my sister, Sarah'. Chris waved to Sarah, who locked eyes with Ricky so tightly that Chris was afraid to step between them. He felt the air heat. Ricky strode over to Sarah, put one hand on her hip, and leaned in to talk.

Chris was aware it had been more than five seconds since he last spoke to Anna. He could not miss this chance.

'Want a drink?'

'Sure, I'll have what you're having'.

The night passed quickly, and Anna seemed stuck to his side. Chris was astonished. He knew he wasn't bad looking, but Anna had to be the most beautiful woman in the room. She laughed at his jokes, stroked his arm, and soon, danced close. He found himself scanning the room for cameras filming a prank. He felt a tension building within himself as the night drew on, and, taking a breath between vigorous dancing, he asked her outright.

'Is this real?'

In answer, she kissed him. Their lips met softly, opening to allow their tongues to dance and circle. Chris felt something unexpected and he couldn't place it for a moment; he realised a few seconds later that her tongue piercing slipping into his mouth was one of the most unusual and wonderful sensations of his life.

Some time later, the choirs of angels stopped as their kiss broke. Chris stared at her with the air of a lost puppy, the drunken smile on his face having little to do with the alcohol in his system. Anna looked back as if she saw that same puppy; cute and harmless. She took him by the hand, and pulled him back into the crowd. Their dancing took on a fervour. Chris felt himself grow hard pressed up against her as she ground on him. He was embarrassed for just a moment, until he felt her grinding her sex on him, kissing him deeply, moaning into his mouth. They couldn't keep their hands off one another, and soon they dragged one another to the exit, eager to find somewhere private.

'Do you live nearby?'

'Just around the corner really, you?'

'Miles away. Let's go to yours. Now'.

Chris asked no questions. Their ardour cooled somewhat as they walked hand-in-hand, but not all the way; they walked quickly.

Anna probed Chris about his work life (non-existent), his studies (all-consuming) and his home life (deftly steered around). Chris asked her about her own life, but she somehow managed to avoid telling him anything in particular. By the time they were mostly home, all he knew was that she was intoxicating.

Soon, Chris noticed a familiar figure just in front of them, and groaned internally. It was Sarah, walking hurriedly home, with Ricky by her side. He didn't have time to decide what to do, or say, before he felt Anna running ahead, dragging him along.

'Rickyyyy!' Anna shouted as she let go of his hand, wrapping her arms around her brother from behind. Ricky seemed startled at first, before turning and giving Anna just as big a hug in return.

'Hello Ms. Evans', Ricky said.

Chris noticed how their hair matched as Ricky's was a dark auburn, and their eyes were almost the same deep blue. Sarah and Chris stared daggers at one another, anticipating the coming conflict. 'Oh my gawwwd you two are together! Isn't that so sweet! They're just such a good looking family aren't they?' Ricky laughed as Anna reached out to pinch Sarah's cheek. 'Are you two headed back to Chris' place?'

'No!' Shouted Chris, at the same time as Sarah shouted 'yes', the two practically screaming it in one another's faces.

'Is everything all right?' Ricky asked.

The siblings paused.

'Not really', Chris said at last. 'Our place is small. Really, really, really small. I was hoping to. Uh. Spend some more time together. But if Sarah and Ricky are there it'll be too crowded'.

'It can't be that small! I'm sure it's just cosy'. Anna smiled reassuringly as she said this, but Chris shook his head. His face burned as he was forced to reveal their living situation.

'There's one bed. In one room. We share it. There's no sofa, not really'.

Anna's eyebrows shot up, and she looked over to an equally stunned Ricky. 'So Chris, was the plan here to take me home, feel me up and kick me out before Sarah came home? Did my poor big brother here interrupt your plans?'

'N-no I-'.

'I'm just kidding. Relax! You think we haven't shared a bed before?' She slapped Ricky on the chest, lightly. 'He's a brute. I'm sure you're much better behaved. Come on, I'm sure we'll fit in for a cup of tea, the four of us'.

Chris and Sarah shared a look. They both must know what the other was thinking. It was ludicrous. The place was tiny. They would laugh and leave and the siblings would cry themselves to sleep after trying not to fight each other and failing miserably. But it had been so long. If there was even a chance, they had to take it.

'We do have exactly four cups', said Sarah.

'Well there you are', said Anna. 'That settles it'. She gave Ricky another slap on his chest, reached out to take Chris' hand, and dragged him along in the direction they'd been going. 'And once your sister falls asleep', she whispered to Chris, 'we can get to know each other a little better'.

* * * * *

Ricky and Anna perched on opposite sides of the bed, slightly bemused at the size of the place, watching the siblings make tea with an extra helping of elbows and glares. In short order, the newfound couples were on their own sides of the bed, each chatting in hushed tones. Chris couldn't help but occasionally glance behind them, and he knew Sarah was doing the same. Anna seemed to be growing impatient, and after inching closer, she leaned in for a kiss. Chris let himself luxuriate in it for a while, but broke it quickly.

'Doesn't it seem weird to you with your brother here?', he whispered.

'No? He's my brother. It's like having a cat or a dog in the room. Or maybe a goldfish. I can tell it's weird for you'.

'Your brother?'

'No, Sarah'.

Chris looked behind him. Sarah was kissing Ricky deeply, but her cheeks were blazing red. 'It doesn't feel like a goldfish to me'.

'You mean you see your sister as a woman?' Anna eyed him intently, and Chris felt his cheeks deepen their blush further.

'No! I don't know how to explain it. I think we just need our own space'.

Anna gave him a sympathetic look. 'I think I know exactly what you need'. She stood, walked to the light switch, and plunged the room into darkness.

Chris' eyes hadn't adjusted when he felt Anna's weight settle back onto the bed. Instinctively, he leaned in for a kiss. He didn't miss, and his hand snaked around her waist, pulling her close. She giggled gently into his mouth. 'Isn't that better?' she asked in a snatched breath between kisses. He answered with his mouth.

Her hands weren't idle, sliding up to his shoulders, inwards to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one by one. Chris felt blindly, but soon found the zipper on her short green dress. He pulled it down, and with a little shuffling was soon rewarded with the smooth warm expanse of her back under his hands.

Anna moved lower, tugging insistently at his belt. He opened it, stood, and ripped all the clothes from his lower half. He felt Anna's weight on the bed just after his own. He reached out to her, felt her shoulders, then the sides of her face as she leaned into him hard. He maintained a kiss as he pulled her down with him, feeling her warmth slide onto him, her long legs tangle with his. His hand slipped to her side, cupping a modest breast before sliding down further, to her hip.

Chris grabbed her ass in both hands, kneading it. He felt her smile into his mouth, and couldn't help but smile back, before eagerly kissing her again. He felt her adjust her weight, and felt the heat of her hand caress his incredibly hard cock. He gasped into her mouth as she tugged gently on him. He slipped one hand between her legs as she knelt over him, slipped over her bare mons and onto her soaking sex. He rubbed her clit gently, and not so gently, and was met with a gasp of her own. Her strokes became more urgent as he slipped his wet fingers along her slit, and her impatience won out.

She drew her knees up, and sat down hard on his cock, trapping it between his body and her drenched pussy. She slid back and forth, his hands gripping deep into her thighs as he worked to give them more friction, thrusting back at her. He bit his lip, eager not to cry out. He controlled himself, barely.

He heard a soft, womanly moan from beside him, and froze. Was that Sarah?. He fought to stay on the matter at hand. Anna paused in her kisses.

'Are you paying more attention to another woman than me?' She said, her tone mocking. 'We can't have that'. In a single movement, she raised her hips, used one hand to line him up, and sank down onto his cock. Chris couldn't help himself, and let out a loud gasp of pleasure. 'That's more like it. Now be a good boy and fuck the new woman in your bed please'.

Chris felt his face burning at Anna's teasing, but his cock was a steel rod. He thrust upwards as Anna leaned forward, keeping her weight off him. She felt amazing, soft warmth gripping him, her breath hot on his cheek. He worked his way inside her, feeling every inch, until he had nothing left to give. He moved out, slowly, drinking in her eager sighs. Back in, more quickly. Soon, he had built up a rhythm, the angle of his hips driven by hers as she sat up to ride him, and the cadence of her sighs. He blocked out the increasing pace of the moans from beside him, and tried not to dwell on his own. Anna had no such problems; while not loud, she wasn't shy about her moans either.

His eyes had adjusted to the low light coming through the tiny window, and he was able to make out the form of the beauty above him. Her breasts, modest and perfect; the narrow waist and flared hips; the pale expanse of her neck glowing in the moonlight, head back as she rode him. Her movements took on new urgency as she raced to orgasm. She rode him hard, and Chris held on for dear life, struggling to hold back as she clamped down tightly on his cock, milking him for all he was worth. He tore his eyes from the vision in front of him, seeking respite for his mind approaching the brink, and saw the only other figure visible in the room. Sarah, totally bare, hunched over with her palms flat on Ricky's chest, slamming her hips onto him. Her mouth hung agape, clearly lost in her orgasm, as she rode him furiously. She looked feral. Her breasts were larger than Ricky had ever realised, pendulous, pale nipples barely visible in the dim reflection of ambient light pollution. He couldn't help look at where she joined with Ricky, her crotch bare. He stared for a moment, then looked back to Sarah's face. She was staring directly at him, cum-drunk and hungry. He came hard, and snapped his barely-open eyes back to Anna, who was watching him with intense curiosity.