This story is rated mature for sexual experimentation (bi-curiosity), language and violence. The characters are based on James Patterson's Maximum Ride series. The events begin prior to The Angel Experiment.

Prologue (Chapter 1)

Forget trying to sleep when Max has a nightmare. I stare at the dim shadow of wall that runs between our rooms. With the creaking of box springs I can picture Max rolling over to one side and turning back to the other side.

One time I tried to wake Max up while she was in this kind of night terror. The image of her contorted, fearful face haunts my eyes just thinking about it. I remember grabbing her shoulders and shouting, "Wake up, Max! It's me, Fang!"

Her unseeing eyes stared through me that night. She had sat up in her bed and the sheet had fallen to her lap. My eyes became transfixed on her nightgown. Her cries of alarm had faded to a distant background.

Rosy buds were poking against the thin white cotton gown. I wanted to reach out and touch the soft curves on her chest that I noticed for the first time that night.

Maybe I did reach out to touch her. Whatever happened is irrelevant. Iggy came in. I shrank away guiltily, forgetting that he wouldn't have seen how close my hands were to her body. Even though he was blind, I was sure he knew what I had been about to do.

"What's with Max?" I can still remember the sharp tone he used.

"Nightmare," I mumbled.

Iggy had run his fingers through his hair and grumbled, "Figures. Don't bother waking her. It's no use."

The memories of the past evaporate as I run my hand down my stomach and grab myself. I stroke faster and faster. Fap, fap, fap. The image of the raised nipples pushing against Max's cotton nightgown fills my mind.

My breathing is heavy now. I'm trying to prevent the sounds of my rapid breathing, but I'm making it even more pronounced as I gasp for air. I breathe out with a pleasurable sigh when I feel my ecstatic release.

Max does this to me every night. When I try to ignore my thoughts of her, it's painful, literally painful, until my hand teases the stiff wood into supple submission.

My breathing eases back to a steady, slow rate. Max's light snore comforts me. I swing my feet off the mattress and stand up. Taking one step forward my face is suddenly pressed against Iggy's. I keep myself from yelling out loud in fright.

As I step back, I nearly fall onto the bed. My knees buckle due to the mattress pressing my legs. Iggy reaches out one hand to hold me up by my shoulder. How does he know that I'm about to lose my balance?

"She woke you up, too?" Iggy whispers.

I can't speak. I make a modest attempt to edge past Iggy so that I can get to the bathroom sink and wash the wet memories of Max off my hand.

"I'm the same way." Iggy leans close to me. His soft breath tickles my ear and sends a shiver up my spine.

"What way?" My voice is rising. Being so close to Iggy never made me nervous before. Why do I feel any different? I sense his energy in the miniscule particles of air flowing between us right now.

Iggy gently cups my testes in his hand. It causes me to draw in my breath sharply. Pleasure mingles with my shock.

Ig leans into me and his lips cover mine. I'm getting hard in his hand.

I sense his smile on my lips. He pushes me back onto the mattress and crawls over me, pressing his lips to mine again. In a flash, his mouth is making me feel good in a way that I've never imagined. The warmth, the softness, the brush of his teeth up and down brings on a sudden orgasm.

My pleasure was spent quickly. Now I am curious. My hand explores Iggy and finds him as hard as I had been. I comb my lips down his chest, between the two halves of his unbuttoned nightshirt. Then I sink my mouth over him. His hand is pushing my head into him. I know exactly how he feels with every movement we make together. It is amazing to be this connected to Ig.

He's letting a soft groan of pleasure slide out of his lips as my throat fills. I swallow it all and he sighs with with a light laugh. I've pulled away from him and he's running his fingers in my hair.

I feel a tinge of sadness because it is all over. But wait, his mouth is crushing down on mine again.

I'm pressing myself against him. His warm body melts into me. We have our arms wrapped around each other and let the peace of sleep bind us to our satisfied fantasies.