Day 13.
"Will ye stop prank calling us, Ma? It's not funny any more!"
"Uh, hello Murphy."
"Kaiah! Hi there lass! Sorry about that. How have ye been? I was afraid I'd never hear from ye again. How did ye find our number, ye little cunning fox?"
"Well, I was at the park yesterday, so I thought I could maybe swing by your apartment, without luck. And when I walked down the street, I saw the pub Connor mentioned -'McGinty'?-, so I checked it too. But I guess, since it was the middle of the afternoon, no one was there. I didn't mean to be creepy..."
"Are ye kidding, lass? I love that ye're stalking me!"
"To be honest, I just thought I'd leave a note for you, with my number, in case you wanted to talk or something, but the owner, he insisted that I take your number instead."
"Haha, ye met Doc? He's a character, isn't he?
"He sure is. He scared the crap out of me, but he was very nice. I hope it's okay that I called…"
"Of course it is! I mean, I thought ye might come back for yer knickers at least."
"Yeah… Did you throw them away?"
"Are ye kidding? I tucked them under my pillow so I'd get nice dreams!"
"You're insane, do you know that?"
"Ye're the one that's making me insane! I was perfectly fine before ye started with yer filthy little drawings…"
"Yeah, right. 'Perfectly fine'."
"And then ye disappeared on me! 'Cause ye know where I live but I don't. I had no way to find ye; that's not fair!"
"I can't imagine what would happen if you showed up at my aunt's doorsteps, though."
"Why? Ye think I'm not presentable, is that it? I'll have ye know I'm very charming, even to the older ladies."
"I'm sure you are. But, see, the more charming you'd be, the worst she might think of you. She's that bad… In any case, I'm guessing you were working, right?"
"Aye, since ye said ye wouldn't be there any more, I managed to get an extra shift in the kitchen the afternoons… I'm an assistant chef now!"
"No way! Good for you Murphy."
"Let's not celebrate too soon, I'm already back on probation for setting the oven on fire…"
"Haha- hum, sorry I didn't mean to laugh. If it's any consolation, I'm also on thin ice seeing how poorly l did on my last exams…"
"Aye, we're a couple of troublemakers ye and I. At least if we both got sacked, we could keep on with our experimental art…"
"But if neither of us wants to be homeless, we should maybe cut it out."
"Ye don't mean that, lassie, otherwise ye wouldn't be calling. Don't lie, ye can't get enough of me now!"
"Well… What I really wanted to know is what happened after I left last week!"
"What do ye mean?"
"Oh, come on, don't play coy, Murphy! I guess I won't have all the details, but, just tell me, I left you with your brother and a perfect opportunity, did you seize it?"
"Nah, are ye crazy, girl? I'm not going to abuse the poor lad while he can't even defend himself! And don't worry, if anyone's ever to get details, it'd be ye."
"I didn't hear him protest that much, now, did he?"
"Well, he wasn't happy."
"Did he clearly say he didn't want you to give him a hand?"
"He doesn't need to!"
"I don't know. In my view, you two are pretty similar. If you want it, there's a slim chance he wants it too, right?"
"So what? Ye're saying I chickened out?"
"I get that it's not easy. But if you ever were to try… I mean, how often do you find yourself alone, with your brother so aroused and tied-up?"
"Christ… Ye're right… I'm a fucking coward. It was perfect. And ye fucking set it up!"
"I merely saw an opening. And, as I said, when I suggested it, I didn't hear either of you complain."
"Fuck! Stop giving me hope, lass, it's cruel..."
"Alright! Sorry. So, what, you just untied him?"
"Aye, I did… He was fucking hurting at that point. Myself as well, to be honest. Ye really did a number on us both."
"It was your idea…"
"I'm not complaining! I went to take a cold shower, but even then, I had to beat it. And I could hear Connor wanking off behind me as well. I don't think I've ever come that hard all by myself. Same for him."
"Damn, tell me about it… I couldn't focus on my classes all week. I've got obscene doodles all over the margins of my notes. And now, you're just feeding me more images to daydream about. This needs to stop, Murphy."
"Aye, do ye want me to stop? Or would ye rather I tell ye how that fucking tosser got back at me?"
"Was he mad at us?"
"Not at ye! At least I don't think so. But he was pissed at me, that's for sure! He was sulking like a wee bairn, saying I was no better than the lass that tied him up and left!"
"Well, you did side with her… Never mind, what did he do?"
"We went to the pub two nights ago. It'd been a while since we both had a night off, so, I thought we'd celebrate, even on a week day. He started to buy rounds of shots, bragging that he makes more money than meself, implying I couldn't keep up with him… I fucking fell for it! That twister was only pretending to drink up! There were two popsies there as well, so, as usual, we started flirting with them, all smooth. And they were game! Shit. Maybe I shouldn't tell ye all that…"
"You think I'm going to get jealous? Tell away, I want to know! And you better give up the goods."
"Haha! I thought ye said ye wanted us to stop."
"Hum… We can always stop after that."
"Whatever ye want, lassie. I won't be the one to say 'when'."
"Just- What happened?"
"Well, I didn't want to lose face, so I kept taking the drinks even when I started to feel trousered. The fucker seemed fine, but I thought he must have been at least as wasted as I was! Except he wasn't. At some point, I didn't know where I lived any more. I was trying to stay focused on the girl, right? 'Cause, there was no way I was giving up. Even though I could see I was screwing up while Connor was making all the right moves. A fucking nightmare."
"I'm guessing this didn't end well…"
"Not for me it didn't! I fucking blacked-out! I have no idea how I got back home. Connor told me afterwards that I was singing shanties all the way. No fucking clue. But I remember when I woke up in the middle of the night. I could barely move. If I had straightened up, I would've thrown up for sure."
"You guys are crazy, this is borderline dangerous."
"Well, I wasn't alone though. The girls were there. Both of them. Except, Connor had been the one to bring them home, ye see."
"Both of them?"
"Would ye believe that? A girl I was hitting on, he stole right from under my fucking nose! That should be illegal."
"Haha! Maybe he felt compelled, since you couldn't perform, as it was…"
"Bullshit! That was his plan all along!"
"And I guess you retaliated by spying on them… Or were you too drunk to even look?"
"C'mere, Kaiah, I'm not a peeper, am I?"
"Yes, you are."
"Aye, ye're right, I am. It was fucking magnificent. And I couldn't do a thing about it. I just opened my eyes and there they were. I can't believe how Connor was being a lazy-ass lucky fucker and I couldn't get it up… Don't laugh at me! Ye won't fucking believe it either! The dickhead was lying on his back, one girl sitting on his cock, one on his face, and they were making out, right above him. They were screwing both his dick and his tongue, and each other! Fuck me…"
"Well, not you, apparently…"
"Very funny. Jesus, just telling ye this is making me all frisky again… I would try and draw the scene for ye, ye know, but I think I'd need ye to come back and give me another lesson or two."
"Definitely."
"Are ye turned on as well, lass? Unless ye're at the gym or something, 'cause ye sound a little out of breath."
"Um… Let's just say that I'm calling you lying on my bed, by myself, imagining you're here…"
"Christ. I'm sitting on my couch imagining just the same. That we're both here as I speak, witnessing them fucking, together, with yer hand on me cock instead of mine…"
"Hmm… Does it feel good?"
"I've held yer hand, ye've got tiny cold fingers, of course it feels fucking amazing. Nothing like mine. It's all about contrasts, ye see?"
"Hmhm."
"Do ye also feel my fingers instead of yers? They'd be bigger, all rough and blunt and warm, and, Jesus, if I felt ye getting wet right now, I'd have to get in. Ye know I dream at night about how yer little cunt would feel. How tight, hot and soaking ye'd be for me… Am I right? Are ye?"
"Uh-huh… Murphy, with your fingers in I would already be coming… I can't get over how your tongue felt, but now I need more…"
"Fucking Christ, Kaiah… Good thing I'm not there, then, 'cause there'd be spunk all over yer pretty sheets already... Damn, and I also know yer little tongue is just as skilled. I've felt it on my finger, all soft, and swift, and thirsty. I can easily imagine how that would feel on my dick right now… Can ye hear it? How fast ye're having me going, just thinking of ye. 'Cause even when I saw Connor licking that pussy, all I could think about was yer sweet fucking taste on me own tongue. When they cried, I could hear yer lovely moans when I made ye come. Are ye still touching yerself, lass? I want to hear ye..."
"Please keep going…"
"If ye plead me now, I can't resist, luv. I wished ye'd been there to see how Connor made the first girl come with his tongue while the other was sucking her tits. He was holding her in place while eating her out. I swear, it looked like she was fucking possessed. And believe me, when she fell back, his lips were covered with her jizz. Christ, I wanted to go and lick it off of him so bad. If it were yers, I'd say 'fuck it' and lick yer cum clean off his face. Would ye like that?"
"Trust me, I'd love to see you do that…"
"Shit, I mean, ye should have seen how he flipped the other girl over, then. He put her on her knees, right above her friend. I could see his chopper so hard and glistening with her juices, standing to attention. Fuck, it certainly had mine… And then he stuck it back in, and he rode her from behind like a fucking cowboy. I was mesmerized. I mean, Jesus, if I'm being honest, I'd give anything to watch him do that to ye. Is that okay, lass?"
"Anything you want, Murphy… God, I'm so close… Murphy!"
"Let go for me, babe. Just imagine it. Imagine I'm lapping at yer clit like I did before, but with me brother slamming inside ye from behind. His fucking perfect cock thrusting in and out of ye just like he did that girl the other night. With my tongue sliding on ye both. Do ye feel it? Christ, I'd give anything to watch him ram into ye from up close until I felt it just as much as ye do. And I would lick the both of ye clean; I wouldn't stop for nothing. I'd fucking come just from doing that to ye. Do ye feel it?"
"God! Yes! Murphy!"
"Aye! That's right, love, I'm right there with ye… Fuck! Jesus Christ…"
"Hmmmm…"
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"Fucking hell, I fucking jizzed everywhere again…"
"And I'm pretty sure the whole house heard me…"
"Haha. I love that. Imagine if yer aunt heard ye yelling both our names instead of just mine, she'd lost her mind even more!"
"God forbid that happens! By the way, wouldn't you have been the least bit jealous if I had shouted 'Connor' right now?"
"With what I was saying, I'm surprised ye didn't! I mean, I don't mind hearing his name in that crazy hoarse voice ye have going on right now. That sounds lovely."
"Connor, Connor, Connor."
"Haha! That's right. Music to my ears. Ye should have heard the lassie screaming his name the other night. Not as tasteful as ye, though. But she was spent, trembling like a leaf, by the time he was finished with her. I think that's what made him come, all over her back. And it made me fucking moan with him… I fucking love it when he comes. Ye'd love it as well, I'm sure. Perfect drawing material. When his whole body tenses, there's not a part of him that's not tight as hell, and he groans like he doesn't fucking care who hears it. Fuck! Sometimes I feel like he's doing that just to make sure I'm listening…"
"I'm sure he does…"
"Shut up…"
"You think he doesn't listen to you and watch you when you're with a girl, just the same? He sure listened to us the other day. Even if he couldn't see."
"That's because ye sound perfect, girl- no, idyllic. I swear, when ye come, ye sound exactly what I think heaven sounds like when ye get in."
"I don't think that's what the bible says."
"That's just because they didn't know ye. And, from what ye told me, no one had heard ye before we did, the other day, right?"
"I guess that's right… And that's nice of you to say, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to get thrown out of this house as soon as I hang up the phone."
"Don't ye concern yerself over that, lass, I know a perfect place to welcome ye in: that's right under me blanket."
"Oh, I didn't think you'd be the kind to take advantage of a woman in need, mister!"
"I can't help it; if someone's in need, I ought to fulfil it; I'm just that nice."
"A true friend."
"Aye, the best. …But in all seriousness, Kaiah…I've never had a friend like ye."
"Well, I don't think friends routinely have phone sex, you know…"
"They should; they're missing out."
"I wholeheartedly agree with you on that one! And I got to say, I feel honored, and frigging lucky, you decided to confide in me."
"I've never been able to talk about this to anyone before. I never imagined it'd be this fun."
"And I'd never shown my drawings to anyone either. I thought I'd be shamed for it too."
"That's crazy. I'm sure people would pay good money for those."
"Thanks…"
"Aye, I'm going to hang up before we get all teary-eyed, here, lassie. Plus, now I've got to shower before work, thanks to ye!"
"Go ahead, naughty boy!"
"Call me back, Kaiah, okay?"
"Well, Murphy, just get a pen and write my number too, you airhead. What kind of friend would I be if you couldn't reach me in your own times of need?"
"Be fucking sure I will now."