Timmy shut the door as he reentered his house, then leaned against it, before rapidly sliding down onto the floor and sitting there; partially due to being soaked, partially due to not quite having the will to stand. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, though it was more of a relieved breath that he hadn't even known he'd been holding finally being released.
Treading water; though only for a minute, had taken quite a bit of energy out of the boy, mostly due to his not so chosen attire, though the fact that the two sisters had surprised him when they pushed him into the drink may have played a role as well.
He was honestly just... Tired. Everything in his life today seemed to be rubber-banding too fast for him to keep up with. Asking Vicki's dad for permission to date her, Tootie rekindling her affection for him without even consulting(and instead, very much blindsiding) him, Vicki assuming he and Tootie were already an item, he and the red-head making an... attempt at being friends, the revelation of his own feelings for Tootie, and finally, Vicki taking complete advantage of the knowledge that he thought she was hot by teasing him and acting... Well, hot!
"Ugh..." Timmy pulled his legs a bit closer to his chest and rested his arms on his knees, then followed the action by letting his head drop down onto his arms. "If I had just told Vicki how I feel from the get-go..." "She'd probably think you were nuts..." The teen nodded in agreement with his inner thoughts. He was still much too young to know what love was, even if he did get an odd, fluttery feeling around his ex-babysitter. "'Least if I could just spit it out I wouldn't be sitting here, wondering if I even have a chance with her... And I wouldn't... Ah..." Another sigh, this one weary and clearly tired. "I wouldn't be sitting here feeling sorry for myself..."
After several more seconds of quiet thought that had begun to border on a minute, the brunet frustratedly ran the fingers of both hands through his hair, very nearly clawing at his scalp. "Think! There's gotta be some way to figure this out!" "Just like there's gotta be some way to get them both, right?" Timmy frowned at himself, or rather, his inner monologue. It sounded far too condescending at times, much like a certain bald friend of his.
So maybe some part of him was holding on to the dream(or fantasy) that he'd get both Tootie and Vicki. Was having a dream like that(a rather perverted one) really that bad? Surely there were worse people in the world that wanted far worse things than that, right? ...Yet how would he even go about suggesting it to the two of them? Timmy stood up, bringing his hand up to hold his chin contemplatively. Even so much as mentioning another hypothetical to Vicki, especially one like... This, was completely out of the question. Which only left him with... The admittedly less rational Valentine sister... "Tootie might be..." The teen was quick to remember the 'incident' in Nasty Burger. He'd played it off to Vicki as not being a big deal... But she was completely right, Tootie's hug had definitely been more... Intimate than what a hug between two sisters should be. Had she been teasing him? Or did she really have other motives when she hugged Vicki?
Good god, was he actually thinking about this?! Trying to come up with and quantify reasons that Tootie might be open to the idea of a three-way with her own sister?! "Maybe I bumped my head when they pushed me into the pool..." The teen rubbed at his forehead, quickly finding that it wasn't sore in the least, and therefore, he couldn't have any form of brain damage, or even a light concussion, meaning his strange, perverted thoughts were most certainly a product of his completely rational mind.
After several more seconds of contemplative silence, Timmy chanced a quick look at his feet, finding that he was rapidly forming a puddle of chlorinated water around them on his kitchen floor. With a shrug, he decided that, since he was already soaked to the skin, he might as well go up to his room and change into his bathing suit. Hopefully his current attire wouldn't be too ruined by the chlorine, but... Vicki had been right anyway. Another ten or so exact copies of the very outfit he currently wore resided in his closet, so if this one was ruined... It would be pretty inconsequential. Making his way through the kitchen and living room, followed by climbing the stairs up to the second floor of his house, the brunet couldn't help but grimace at the wet squishing noise his shoes made with each step...
Outside...
"Fwah!" Tootie's head broke the surface of the water, her glasses miraculously still on her face. "Wh-What was that for?!" She swam over to the side of the pool and latched on with her right hand, then quickly pulled herself over to it before letting her arms come to rest on the side, using them as a pillow for her head.
Not to say she was mad at her sister for pushing her in the pool. It was really warm out, and the pool was a comfortable eighty-five degrees, but it was the principle of the matter! What had she done to deserve Vicki mule-kicking her into the pool?
"For touching my ass, ya little perverted weirdo." Vicki; still only about a meter from the edge of the pool, and currently right in front of Tootie, responded with crossed arms, though her gaze was still focused toward the Turners' house. "And for suggesting 'the' Twerp is 'my' Twerp."
The raven-haired girl scoffed at this as she pulled herself up and out of the pool, ignoring the nearby ladder and putting her right next to her older sister. "Isn't he though?" Tootie asked as she wrung some of the water out of her pigtails.
"Not anymore. I haven't babysat him like I used to in... It's been years now... I'd say he's your Twerp, but he's still got about six or seven inches on you." The red-head at last turned away from the house and faced her sister. "By the way, now's your chance to... Eh?" Vicki casually nodded over her shoulder, more at the second floor window-Timmy's bedroom window-than the house itself.
"Chance to do... What, exactly?" Tootie looked at her sister in a quizzical manner, though she knew exactly what was on Vicki's mind. Forget giving them permission to... Have 'fun', she was practically telling them to do it outright.
"Well... Let's see here... Timmy's upstairs, in his room, probably changing... Meaning he's unlikely to be wearing much in the way of clothing... And if you go up there wearing just your bathing suit... Follow me yet?" Vicki winked, knowing that, at this point, there was simply no way her sister didn't know what she was insinuating.
"Hmm..." Tempting as the situation before her was, Tootie crossed her arms and pouted. Yes, she very well could go up to Timmy's room and... Well, ravish him(or be ravished by him, she wasn't quite sure which of them would be more enthusiastic at this point), but there were still two problems before her, one that she'd begun to foresee, and was still scheming for accordingly... While the other had only recently been brought to her attention, and itself was due to a lack of foresight on her part, how was she supposed to know that Timmy would return her feelings so enthusiastically?!
"C'mon, Toots. This isn't hard to figure out. You want him, he's there-"
"It's not-!" Tootie shouted, cutting her sister off, but soon fell silent and looked away, a barely-there blush adorning her cheeks. "I didn't really... Plan for this going... This way, y'know?"
"I... Don't follow. Is it Shark Week or something? Cuz... I'm good. Dunno about you though." Vicki shrugged and suppressed a chuckle at the confusion on her little sister's face. "Bet I know where this is going..."
"S-Shark Week? What the Hell are you talking about?"
"Well... Hm. Might explain why you're so eager to get laid... Though it is odd that you'd be getting it, while I'm not..." Surely she'd given Tootie enough information now, right?
"I-I'm not eager to get laid!" Again, the girl shouted, her blush darkening by the slightest amount. "...Not really, anyway..." Tootie muttered out in a much lower tone of voice, realizing that, yes, there was a certain... Itch that she thought only Timmy could scratch at the moment... But did that make her eager? Desperate even? ...She didn't think so... "Gr...! And you're avoiding the question! What's Shark Week?!"
"When mother nature... Comes to visit? Old aunt Flo is in town? Talking about periods here, Tootie." Vicki finished in a deadpan tone, seeing no other way to get her point across.
"Wha?! No! ...Er... No, I'm- I'm good in that regard. It's- I didn't really think things would be going... As well as they are... Figured it might be a few weeks before Timmy finally notices that I'm not interested in being 'just friends', so I didn't... Ah..." The raven-haired girl tapped her fingers together in embarrassment. "It's... Not exactly... All that easy to get birth control... And I didn't think to pick up any condoms... So..."
"Aha! So the real reason comes out!" The red-head grinned at her sister cheekily, making the raven-haired girl turn away from her and take off her glasses to wipe them off, since they were now both wet from joining her for her little dip, and were beginning to fog up from how hot her face was getting from blushing.
"...Shut up." Tootie muttered as she wiped the lenses of her glasses with her thumb and index finger, seeing as how her current attire wasn't suited for the job. "You and dad have that in common. Teasing me." She clarified as she put her glasses back on, satisfied that they were mostly wiped off.
"I had to inherit something from dear old Pa-pa." Vicki remarked sarcastically. "That and the red hair, I suppose."
Knowing better than to kick the hornet's nest that was the topic of Vicki's relationship with their dad, Tootie glanced up at Timmy's bedroom window, wondering if he was watching them. ...And if he was still clothed.
"...Ugh... You know guys his age tend to have at least one condom lying around, right? Probably keeps the damn thing in his wallet behind his ID or something..." Vicki shook her head back and forth disapprovingly at her assumption of Timmy's predictable behavior.
"R-really? You... Think so?"
"Ayup. That dumbass I used to date did, and I happened because dad forgot his wallet one night when he and mom went out on a date. Think guys save it as like... A rainy day type of thing... Except instead of money, it's a condom." The red-head scratched at her shoulder, finding both were becoming itchy from standing in the sun.
"Alright, I... Wait. What if he doesn't have one though?" Tootie asked with a hint of uncertainty in her tone. It'd certainly be... Nice to do that with Timmy... But she was sixteen and still in high school. No matter how much she wanted Timmy to be 'The One', she definitely didn't want to have kids... For another couple of years... And not just because Vicki threatened her in no uncertain terms if she did.
"He will. All guys do; they're super confident they'll have a chance of getting laid at any time of the day. A man is always eager, Toots." Vicki nodded at her sister, confident that her theory was correct.
"But Vicki... Timmy's... Um..." The raven-haired girl trailed off, wondering about the best way to phrase her next sentence.
"Not exactly a textbook example of a male?" Both sisters spoke simultaneously, though Vicki's response came out as more of a query, while Tootie's was a statement.
"Wh-Yeah..." Again, the bespectacled girl found herself trailing off in her speech. "Timmy's... I'm sure he wants to do that, but you... You tend not to think rationally when your brain's filling up with hormones and... Naughty thoughts. I don't think he's even given that-"
"Can we just call it what it is, Tootie?" Vicki interrupted her little sister, then continued before she could speak again. "It's sex. You want to have sex with the Twerp, and he wants to have sex with you. Wanna say it with me? S-"
"Vicki..." Tootie spoke in a mildly disapproving tone as her cheeks began to pinken once more.
"E-"
"But it sounds so... Dirty to just say it... And who knows if those weirdo Dinkleburgs are listening in..." The raven-haired girl shifted from one foot to the other, uncomfortable with how comfortable her older sister was with saying-
"X! Sex! Now it's your-"
"Ugh! Fine! Sex! There, I said it! ...Jeez... How are you not bothered by saying a word like that in public? It's so... Lewd..." Tootie cringed and shivered, more for effect than anything else.
"Now there's a word I hate. Lewd... Makes my skin crawl just saying it..." It was Vicki's turn to shiver and cross her arms, rubbing her hands up and down her biceps.
"Says the girl who can say a lewd word like sex without batting an eyelash." Tootie deadpanned at her sister's melodrama, ignoring the fact that she'd been doing just the same thing a moment before.
"I think we're getting a little off track here. Weren't we talking about you jumping Timmy's bones?"
"We were talking about how to avoid me getting pregnant... A-Assuming I'm even going u-up there to... Y'know..."
Vicki released a heavy sigh and shrugged her shoulders. "One step forward, two steps back... Well, if he doesn't have any condoms... Um... Tell him to pull out?" Her tone was decidedly unsure as she finished. She'd never been particularly interested in sex education and all that when she'd been in school, but she remembered hearing about the method she'd just spoken of somewhere...
"Agh!" Tootie facepalmed at her Vicki's answer, hardly believing her older sister could be so naïve of such things. "It's a wonder Ricky never knocked you up..."
"Hey, that dumbass and I never had sex. He may have wanted to, but Baby-Dick wanted a lot of things." The red-head felt her anger flare up at how much they were talking about her ex-boyfriend... If he even deserved to be called that. "Maybe he was the one who told me about pulling out... Hm."
"Well whoever told you that pulling out works is an idiot." Tootie felt her face heat up as she spoke. She most certainly hadn't expected this conversation happening when she got up this morning... "Lemme guess, did you also hear that a girl won't get pregnant if she's on top when she's having sex with a guy?" Tootie shot her sister a knowing look, making a slight blush bloom out across the red-head's cheeks.
"I- It's not like- How did this become about me again?!" Vicki stomped her foot in an almost childish manner as she glared at Tootie. "You... You keep this up, and I'm gonna drown you in the pool!"
"Ooh... Someone's getting a little blushy, Sis..." The raven-haired girl grinned slyly at her flustered older sister. She was beginning to wonder whose buttons she enjoyed pressing more, Vicki's, or Timmy's.
"Oh... Oh, okay, I see how it is. You know what? Fine. Have your Twerpy cake and eat it too. I'm done. Screw him, don't screw him, get knocked up... I don't care anymore." Vicki fanned herself with her right hand, finding that the heat, coupled with how annoying her sister was being, was too much to deal with, she needed to cool off. "I know nothing." With that, the red-head took a step to her right(and toward the pool), then tipped over into it, disappearing beneath the surface of the water.
"Well, 'least there's no shortage of entertainment today..." Tootie chuckled as she turned away from the pool and her submerged sister, making her way toward the back door of the house to go and check on Timmy, and whatever was taking him so long.
Timmy's room...
Timmy shoved the door to his room open as he felt a chill run up his spine. While he hadn't minded being wet and fully clothed at first, the feeling of the soaked, slightly warm clothes rubbing against his skin had quickly become very irksome for the teen, and now he wanted nothing more than to peel them off and toss his naked self onto his bed to think.
Starting with his shoes, the brunet kicked off the soaked footwear and placed them on the windowsill that overlooked the meager excuse of a side yard, then tossed his socks into his laundry basket. His jeans were next, though with them being completely drenched, the task of peeling them off his legs was made significantly more difficult than it should've been. After several seconds turned into minutes, Timmy was finally able to get his pants off, which soon joined his socks in the laundry basket, and left him in just his shirt and boxers. "Phew!" He released a sigh of relief as he moved towards the window that overlooked his back yard, lightly panting all the while. "I am outta shape..."
SPLOOSH
The distinct noise of someone falling into the pool caught Timmy's attention, drawing his gaze to his red-headed guest, yet he also noticed the distinct lack of said girl's sister, so either Vicki had jumped into the pool on her own... Or Tootie had pushed her in, then wisely opted to run for her life.
The short amount of time he'd spent away from the two Valentine sisters had yet to produce any mental fruit, that is, ideas on what he should do, considering his feelings for them. He'd admitted to liking Tootie, both indirectly to Vicki, and very much directly to the girl herself, and he'd dropped... Subtle hints to the red-head that he liked her as well, though it seemed she was either a bit denser than he thought, or she simply didn't feel the way about him that he did about her...
What perplexed him more was the fact that Tootie... Didn't seem to mind that he liked them both. It almost seemed like she was encouraging him to tell Vicki that he liked her... But why would she? It made little sense for her to do that... But this was Tootie he was talking about. The raven-haired girl and an absence of logic or rational thought tended to go hand-in-hand.
The buck-toothed teen leaned forward a little, crossing his arms and allowing them to come to rest on the windowsill, an action that was quickly followed by him resting his chin on the pillow his arms now provided. His blue eyes fell upon the swimming and carefree form of his ex-babysitter, now performing elegant backstrokes in the pool, her eyes shut more in comfort than concentration.
It was hard to believe she was even the same girl who, just a few short years ago, used to torture him so ruthlessly. Her face was too calm and serene, her expression, too happy and unconcerned with the rest of the world's affairs.
Or... It might have been for nearly anyone else. The sixteen year old knew he should've seen her the way Chester and AJ likely did. A demoness just pretending to be beautiful, waiting for her chance to catch you off guard and drown you without even blinking... But she wasn't like that, not really. In reality, Vicki was just... Vicki. A twenty-two year old with tendencies that were fairly normal for someone with her upbringing. She could be mean, and she could be kind. She had feelings, fears, hopes, dreams... Normal qualities for a normal girl...
Yet to Timmy, she was somehow so much more than that, than just normal; for reasons he himself did not yet fully understand. He was oddly drawn to her; her temper, that softer side that only came out around a few lucky people, her... Body... "Agh... It'd be easier if I knew more about her... Maybe Tootie... Hmph..." The teen stood up straight and began to wriggle out of his shirt, finding that it too had to be peeled off his skin due to the dampness. "Damn... Shirt!" He cursed as the shirt tightly clung to him once he pulled it over his face.
"Want some help?" An amused and distinctly female voice came from behind him, the person's fingers sliding over his shoulders as they helped him out of his soaked garment.
"Ugh! Thanks, Toot-" Timmy began to speak as he regained his vision, but cut himself off and paused as he spun around to face the girl who'd assisted him. "Wha-?! What are you doing in my room?!" The brunet looked back and forth between his ajar bedroom door and the girl in front of him, now shooting him an amused smile.
"Helping you get naked, duh." The raven-haired girl responded in a confident tone.
Rolling his eyes at his best friend's nonchalance and calming down from his surprise, Timmy tossed his shirt into his laundry basket. "Y'ever heard of knocking, Toots?" The teen looked the girl before him up and down. While he'd been outside with her and her sister, he didn't quite have the presence of mind to admire her bathing suit, his brain being more concerned with keeping the raven-haired girl from jumping into the pool and possibly drowning due to a cramp.
Now though... Now he was quite alone with Tootie, and safe from the disparaging remarks he was sure her sister would direct at him if she caught him staring at her little sister. To his surprise, the swimsuit that Tootie wore; the one she'd been fairly keen to hype up since their little unplanned rendezvous in the kitchen, was not all that flashy or provocative. In fact, it was extremely similar to the one Vicki was currently wearing; though, as expected, Tootie's bathing suit was purple, rather than green.
Other than the color though, it matched Vicki's in every way. Same material, same string-bikini design... If it weren't for the fact that this was one of the girls he had feelings for, standing in front of him more than half naked... He might've been a little disappointed that Tootie's choice of swimwear was kind of... Unoriginal. His gaze moved further up, settling on her breasts, and quickly realizing that he'd found another difference between the red-head and her younger sister. While they both had about the same breast size(still odd, considering Tootie was six years younger than Vicki), the raven-haired girl's bikini top fit her better.
Which made sense. Tootie had likely shopped for a swimsuit that fit her sixteen year-old body, and the same was probably true for Vicki... Six years ago. The girl(woman?) was twenty-two now, and, as Timmy had noticed during the drive over from the Valentine household, his ex-babysitter had a body to match her age... One that fit somewhat snugly in her bathing suit. A stretch or flex in the right way, and her boobs would probably-
"I didn't think it was necessary, what with your door being open and everything... And do I even want to know what you're thinking about?" Tootie shot the boy known as her best friend a quizzical yet knowing look as his jaw hung just slightly agape, and his eyes seemed to look past her, rather than directly at her.
Thankfully, Timmy was beginning to realize that drifting off into his own thoughts was more than likely wearing on the patience of both girls, so simply hearing Tootie's voice was enough to rouse him from his imaginings. "...Probably best for me to keep my thoughts to myself..." The teen chuckled nervously, remembering that Tootie was alone with him. In his room. And neither of them were wearing much in the way of clothing. A few pieces of fabric and a foot of empty space were the only things keeping them apart... Well, those, and his self-control, which had begun to wane a few hours ago, and by now was barely even applicable to the situation.
"Nah... C'mon..." The girl's voice took on a sultry tone as she stepped closer to Timmy, pinning him between herself and the wall behind him. "I'm your best friend, remember? You can tell me anything."
"That tone she's using..." Timmy felt a weak chill run up his spine. His 'best friend' was actually quite good at mimicking that teasing tone her older sister was so fond of... Or maybe it was simply the situation, and Tootie trying(and succeeding!) to be sexy that turned him on.
Either way, he soon came to the conclusion that he was once again hesitating, and opted to take action, rather than let the raven-haired girl have all the fun. A smirk graced Timmy's lips as he reached out to her, his left arm snaking under her right and settling on her back, just below her shoulder, while his right hand moved a little lower, eventually finding its preferred spot: Gently cupping Tootie's left buttock. With both hands firmly gripping the girl, the brunet pulled her toward him, pressing his body flush against hers as he did.
Tootie; momentarily caught off guard by her friend's bold actions, blushed and let out a small squeak of surprise, but soon settled into the teen's grip comfortably, then chuckled as she felt his skin begin to break out with goosebumps. "Y'know... I'm starting to get the feeling that I turn you on or something..."
Actually, it wasn't having Tootie pressed up against him that was causing the goosebumps... Or... It wasn't just that. Evidently, she had at some point fallen into the pool, as her bathing suit was wet and cool against his skin. "You're starting to get that feeling? ...Jeez, guess I'm not trying hard enough..."
"I know!" The girl played along, rolling her eyes in an over the top manner as she spoke in a matter of fact tone. "You'd better step up your game and try a little harder!" Tootie grinded against Timmy as she finished, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him.
"Ngh... H-hope you know t-two can play at this g-game, T-Toots..." Timmy knew he was blushing now, but that hardly concerned him. He wasn't sure if she was teasing him, or just trying to get him to loosen up, throw her onto his bed, and-... Whatever her intentions were, she was definitely succeeding in turning him on...
"Know?" Again, Tootie chuckled, though it was followed by slightly labored breathing. Her attempt at getting Timmy's motor running had worked a little too well, as that familiar tingly feeling below her navel had returned in full force, likely even stronger since it hadn't been sated the last time. "I-I've been wanting this since our little 'incident' in th-the kitchen... Nevermind know... I'm counting on you playing the game!"
Timmy quickly glanced past the girl in his arms again, taking note of several things around his room; the first and most important being the fact that neither he nor Tootie had bothered to close the door to his bedroom when they came in. Even with the house's only other occupant being outside in the backyard, the teen found he was a little uncomfortable with the idea of just leaving his door open. The next object of interest that came to his attention was his fairy godparents' fishbowl. From what he could tell, Cosmo and Wanda had not yet returned from their vacation. "Should've asked them how long they'd be-" "Ah..." Timmy released a content yet unintended sigh as something soft connected with the skin of his neck. "Need to stop getting lost in my head..." He looked down at Tootie, who was currently placing quick little kisses upon the side of his neck, occasionally lingering with some, occasionally pulling away near-instantly with others. "Hey." Timmy spoke in a mockingly stern voice, making the raven-haired girl take pause in her affection and pull back slightly, then look up at him quizzically.
"Y-yeah?" Tootie looked up at Timmy, mentally frowning at how meek she sounded to her own ears, as well as the height difference between herself and the brunet. She couldn't shake the feeling that; with him being taller, and the mildly husky tone he used just now... Her best friend was... A little intimidating. Not that she was worried he'd hurt her or anything silly like that, just the feeling that he was the person in control of their current interaction, not her.
Timmy found it was hard not to grin at her almost scared-sounding tone. "What's the best way to break the ice...?" He leaned in close, putting his face level with Tootie's and pressing his forehead against hers. "That isn't my mouth." "Nailed it."
"Wh-What?" As if to emphasize her shock at Timmy's boldness, the raven-haired girl's glasses chose now to slide down, coming to a stop between her nose and his. "Y-your... Mouth?"
The brunet chuckled as he released Tootie's rear-end, bringing his now free hand up to take her glasses and gently place them on the windowsill behind him. "Those are just gonna get in the way... And yeah, my mouth." Timmy tilted his head slightly, just enough to give him the angle he needed to press his lips to Tootie's. He was officially tired of hesitating. Tired of waiting for the right moment. Tired of thinking and planning every action out... Tired of not just... Living. All that mattered to him at this very moment was the girl in his arms, whose lips he could at last taste as he quickly and briefly swept his tongue over them, relishing the taste of what he assumed was strawberry lip gloss and... Something else. Something that was more natural, and certainly less fruity. Something that could only be Tootie herself.
And for once, Timmy felt like he wasn't hesitating, like he wasn't analyzing every one of his actions to death. He was free to enjoy himself, free to enjoy locking lips with the girl that had been his best friend this morning, and was so much more just a few short hours later. Free to let his hand once again find its way to her ass... Free to- The brunet's eyes shot open and saw that Tootie's remained closed, she was clearly content, but he got the sudden inexplicable feeling that they were falling! A fast glance to his left confirmed his suspicion, making the teen twist mid-fall and land onto the(thankfully) carpeted floor back-first, the impact making his and Tootie's teeth audibly click against each others in a mild collision.
"Mm!" Tootie sat up and covered her mouth with both hands, giving it a quick once-over and sighing in relief upon finding no blood or damage. "Jeez, Timmy." She giggled as she lowered herself back down onto the boy, pressing her still damp chest against his. "Never imagined making out with you would be so hazardous to my health..."
"That makes two of us..." The brunet swept his tongue over his own teeth, inspecting them for any damage as Tootie had, then, upon finding he was none the worse for wear, nodded toward his bed. "Mind if we- Uh... Move to the bed?"
Tootie grinned slyly as she pushed herself up and off Timmy, then stood up fully and once again offered him her right hand. "Thought you'd never ask..."
Outside again...
Vicki climbed out of the pool using one of the ladders, then wrung out her hair as she stood on the cement perimeter of the pool. Swimming had tired her out more quickly than she'd expected it to, and now she wanted to rest... She quickly glanced around the Turners' backyard, wondering where Timmy's parents might keep the floats they bought for the pool. "Ti-!" The red-head began to yell for Timmy again, but quickly covered her mouth and stopped herself. "Shit! Tootie and him are probably..."
Mental images of her sister and the Twerp soon invaded Vicki's mind, and quickly progressed further; Timmy laying her sister down on the bed, gently running his hands over the girl's body, under her bikini top and pushing it up to reveal her breasts, Timmy pressing his throbbing member against Tootie's-
Vicki shook her head back and forth, doing her best to dispel her wild imaginings and bring herself back to reality. "God, I need to get laid..." Looking down at her body, the red-head found her nipples to be erect, now making little obvious protrusions beneath her swimsuit. "Turkey's done." "But... Am I turned on because of... What I was thinking about? Or is it just..." "Just the... Air hitting me 'cause I'm wet!" Vicki chuckled nervously. She was not supposed to be having these kinds of thoughts! Thinking about the kid she used to babysit and her sister doing... That?!
Another mental image came to mind, this one being an actual memory, rather than her imagination running wild. It was of Timmy... Or rather, a certain part of his anatomy, the outline of which she'd momentarily caught sight of in her kitchen this morning, after his little 'meeting' with Tootie. Her line about a roll of half-dollars... Hadn't been an exaggeration. She obviously didn't have much to compare it to- "Especially with Ricky coming up short." But she was... Somewhat impressed by the apparent size of Timmy's- "No. Stop it, brain. Timmy likes Tootie, not me."
A certain tingly feeling just below her navel made itself known, a feeling that the red-head had become intimately familiar with, mostly due to the times she had to... 'Take care' of herself. Her attempt to chastise her own naughty thoughts had apparently fallen on deaf ears to this feeling.
An itch, not unlike the one that had existed in Tootie for a few years now, had suddenly been born in her older sister as well. The thought had never really occurred to her before today, not seriously, but Timmy was certainly... Cute. And he was sweet, nice to her, her sister, and most people he came across, funny, if a bit of a dork(though she liked Twerp better), and- "And the fact that he's got a decently sized dick ain't bad, either." "Gah!" The red-head ran the fingers of both hands through her hair. "Me and... Timmy?! Why?!" Once more, Vicki found her wild imaginings playing back in her head, only this time, it was her being lowered onto the bed, her back arching subtly as the teen's fingers glided over her skin, her sex being pressed against by Timmy's throbbing-
"Argh..." Vicki pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed loudly. There was no doubt in her mind that Timmy, the boy she babysat and referred to as 'The Twerp', the only person who'd ever seen her afraid and crying, the same boy who risked his own skin on numerous occasions to save hers- "Oh fuck me... I almost forgot about that..."
She'd dated only one person before, and in every place that Ricky fell short, Timmy seemed to fit perfectly. The brunet was by no means a bad boy or a rebel, the type that she thought she was attracted to... He was too nice, too forgiving and sweet, too much of a goody two-shoes, by-the-book boyscout... And she was attracted to him. Mostly physically, and for want of a good nailing- Vicki felt her cheeks heat up at the thought, finding her own bluntness just the slightest bit disconcerting.
Yet... There was something else too... "What if that question hadn't been... Hypothetical? Is he...? Could he actually...? Why would he even...? And Tootie... Does she..." "No... No way. There's just-" Vicki's mind began to fit the oddly-shaped pieces of the puzzle together. Timmy's strangely hesitant behavior around her, his mentioning of this 'other girl' besides Tootie, offering to buy them both lunch, checking her out all those times, asking to be friends, worrying about them over something as stupid as cramps... "Am I..." The red-head brought her left hand up to her chest and placed it over her heart to feel it beating somewhat erratically. "Is he...?" Her tone dropped to a whisper as she looked up at Timmy's bedroom window. "How... How on Earth can I be this dense?! I'm blind as a fucking bat!"
Genuine embarrassment at being so naïve quickly made way for anger and frustration as the revelation hit the red-head like a truck. If the looks Timmy had been giving her were anything to go by, he'd been crushing on her for... Quite a while. Months even, and that was just accounting for the times she'd actually caught him! Had she pushed him away without even realizing it? Encouraged Tootie to have sex with him while he still had feelings for her?
And... And why didn't he ever say anything? Vicki threw her hands up in the air with an exasperated growl, then made her way toward the back door of the Turner household. She found herself pausing, however, as she opened the screen door and met her reflection in the glass windowpane. "Of course he never said anything... How the Hell would I have responded to him telling me that? ...I probably... Would've laughed in his face..." Vicki felt her anger fizzle out, her rage collapsing under the weight of the guilt she now felt. "Ugh... It's not a stretch to say I'm... An insane choice for someone to even consider liking..." All her past interactions with the brunet came screaming out of the mental closet she thought she'd buried them in, there were so precious few that could actually be called amicable... How could he possibly like someone like her, after all the things she'd done to him? "Jeez... Nevermind telling Tootie to jump his bones... After everything I've done... Heh... I don't deserve someone like him..."
Vicki opened the door, letting herself back into Timmy's house. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt as depressed as she did now. It wasn't that she had some twisted justification for her actions, she'd simply chosen to bury them, rather than fess up. Vicki didn't need anyone's help to feel bad, she could do that just fine on her own... She just didn't want to.
'Wanna just bury the hatchet?' The words the brunet had spoken earlier that day echoed in Vicki's mind. No, he hadn't expressly said that he'd forgiven her, but 'burying the hatchet'... That was what that meant, right? Forgive and forget? He got over the things she did... So was it maybe time to get over them herself?
The red-head moved into the living room, then approached the closet door beneath the stairs and opened the door before pulling a few of the pool floats out of it. Both were a little longer than her, perfect for lying on.
THUD
Vicki trained her eyes toward the ceiling as the noise she heard was followed by some very Tootie-like giggling. For a brief second, she opened her mouth, ready to speak up about how rough her sister and Timmy were being... But opted against it and simply chuckled as she shook her head. "Might as well let them have their fun... I'll just tease them about it later!" Another evil smile graced Vicki's lips as she stuck the floats under arm and made her way back through the house and out into the backyard.
As she tossed a float into the pool and dropped the other at the edge, she felt strangely... Lighter. If Timmy could forgive her for what she'd done, along with Tootie and her family(her mother, at least), then maybe she could too. "Must be what they mean when they say 'it feels like a weight's been lifted off my shoulders!'." The red-head chuckled humorlessly as she once again tipped over into the pool. "Yeah right. All I did was trade one concern for another..."
SPLOOSH
She quickly surfaced and swam over to the float, then climbed onto it and oriented herself to lie on it on her back, arms folded behind her head to use as a makeshift pillow. "Hah..." Vicki released a content-sounding sigh, her eyes eventually drifting over to Timmy's bedroom window again. "You owe me one, Toots." She remarked in a defeated tone as she lifted her head, freeing her left arm and bringing it down to her lower abdomen. The strange feeling, the odd, warm tingling... It was still there. Likely unbeknownst to the teen, Timmy had lit a fire in her, one she was sure he could put out... One that she assumed Tootie had been feeling for the boy for quite some time... And she had encouraged her little sister to take it. "Well... It's Tootie, so... I guess she deserves it." The red-head at last smiled, taking comfort in the fact that, while she might not have that special someone, Tootie most certainly did.
Timmy's room...
Timmy listened as another breathy gasp cut through the silence of his room. Next to him lay Tootie, hair a mess and eyes closed in an attempt to better focus on what the male teen was doing to her. After she'd pulled him onto the bed(and they'd spent several minutes kissing), the raven-haired girl pulled away from the kiss so she could bring up a topic that made them both turn red in embarrassment. This being whether or not he had any condoms, which fully revealed to him that Tootie intended to go... That far.
And the question was only made worse and more embarrassing for the brunet as he sheepishly admitted that he did not. He hadn't expected to bring Tootie up to his room and have sex with her(not before today, anyway), and he wasn't the overconfident type who carried one around for a rainy day... Though he was quick to point out that they didn't necessarily need condoms...
Which was how he found himself in the awkward(though not necessarily unwelcome) position he was currently in: Lying on his side to Tootie's right, still in his boxers, leaning on his left arm to hold himself up, while the rest of the appendage was pinned beneath her. His right arm was the one doing most of the work, however; as it traced slow, lazy circles of varying sizes across her abdomen, occasionally getting teasingly close to the waist of her swimsuit, just barely slipping his fingers into it, before pulling back and returning to drawing shapes in her skin.
It was that action that the teen enjoyed the most, due to the reaction he got from the raven-haired girl next to him. Each time his hand swept across her lower abdomen and reached the area below her navel, she would suck in a sharp breath, anticipating, maybe even hoping that this time he wouldn't pull away... Which only made it even more enjoyable for the brunet to move his hand higher at the last second, making the girl release a very frustrated groan every time.
After what had to have been the fifth time inside of a few minutes, and knowing her face was probably rivaling the color of a ripened tomato, Tootie threw her left arm over her eyes in a poor attempt to cover up her blush. "Y-You're enjoying this, a-aren't you?"
Rather than respond, Timmy grinned cheekily, despite knowing she couldn't see it, then dipped his head down low to press his lips to her collarbone, eliciting another light shiver from the girl. Maybe it was because she'd finally gotten what she wanted out of him, or maybe he was just that good at pressing all the right buttons with Tootie... Either way, the girl was putty in his hands, just like she'd been in the kitchen at her house.
"Ah... I-I'll take t-that as a yes..." At this point, Tootie no longer cared if she sounded timid. The things Timmy was doing to her, the way his hands carefully roamed over her body, the kisses and occasional nips he'd been giving her... God, it was driving her crazy! She couldn't help but wonder just how Timmy could be so skilled, despite never being in any sort of intimate situation! At long last, she had the boy she'd been crushing on for over half of her years right where she wanted him! ...Or maybe it was the other way around.
"So why does something still feel off?" With her mind as hazy as it was from Timmy's affectionate gestures, Tootie found it hard to pin down and concentrate on a single thought, but there was still some nagging feeling... Something was eating at her, something strong enough to keep her from focusing on the here and now. Something that... Made this wonderful moment still seem incomplete, made her feel like... Like she was- "Vicki!"
"Wha?!" With lightning speed, the brunet yanked his hand off Tootie and rolled over the bed, away from the raven-haired girl. Once he'd put a few feet of space between himself and Tootie, the teen's gaze shot over to his bedroom door, only to find that it was still closed and locked, no overprotective red-headed sister to be found. His eyes then cautiously swept over the rest of his room, even settling on the window that overlooked the backyard, for fear that she might have propped a ladder against the side of his house to see into his room. "I don't see... Phew... Don't... Don't do that to me..." The brunet chuckled in a relieved tone as his hand fell over his heart, now trying to beat its way out of his chest. "She must've... Just suddenly thought about her or something..."
"Oh! Heehee!" Tootie, realizing her error, crawled across the bed on all fours with an apologetic smile, eventually coming to a stop and settling herself next to Timmy, then wrapping her arms around him in a side-hug. "Sorry. I didn't mean to spook you, it's just... Okay, can I ask you something? Something that's gonna sound silly, or..." She felt her cheeks heat up and looked away, trying to think of the best way to word her next question. "Or maybe like... Like a trap, but I'm serious, okay?"
The teen, turning his head to his left to face the girl, let his gaze drop a little lower, and found that his left shoulder was currently nestled quite snugly between her breasts... Which were currently bare, as just before she'd scared the life out him, he'd taken the opportunity to push her bikini up a little and expose them.
Like the rest of his best friend, the two preternaturally interesting mounds of flesh were pale... In fact, they were actually a little bit lighter, leaning more towards a creamy white color than the rest of her. Likely because Tootie's bikini had shielded them from the sun. And; while his current position only afforded him the view of one, both were topped by a pinkish-peach colored nipple, now somewhat erect due to(he assumed) his earlier actions.
He might not have allowed his gaze to remain on them for so long, were this not his first time seeing breasts in real life, along with the knowledge that these were Tootie's breasts... A fact that somehow made them even more interesting. He was no expert when it came to cup size, but his best guess put them at... Maybe B-cup? Or the lower end of a C-cup at most. Hidden by a swimsuit or not, they were far from the ridiculous proportions Vicki occasionally joked about. They weren't what he'd call too big, lit was more likely they just seemed that way because Tootie was a little small for her age.
Timmy felt his right hand twitch unconsciously as another thought came to mind. He wanted to touch them, see how they felt in his hands, how well they fit... The teen's eyes drifted back up to meet the violet orbs of the girl he was sharing his bed with, who was still looking right at him, her left eyebrow raised in intrigue. "Those... Are nice..." He wanted to slap himself for his shameless observation and no doubt goofy grin as soon as the words left his mouth, but he was confident Tootie would do it herself within the next five seconds.
Yet she surprised him not with violence at his perverted ways, but a cute giggle instead. "Why thank you, you sure know how to compliment a girl, Timmy." Pulling a few inches away from the brunet, Tootie fixed her swimsuit, allowing it to cover her once more. "Mind if I ask my question now...? Or... If you really want..." She leaned forward again, giving the string between her breasts; the one that held her top together, a gentle tug. "Eh?"
As much as he really, really wanted to rid Tootie of the now annoying article of clothing, he also recognized the inflection in her tone when she spoke a second earlier. Whatever her question was, it was important, and he couldn't guarantee he'd be in the right frame of mind to remember to tell her to ask it if the girl decided to get rid of her bikini top. "You'd... better ask while there's still some blood going to my brain..."
With no small amount of glee, the raven-haired girl's eyes left Timmy's face, then dropped further and fell upon the more than obvious tent in his boxers. "Wow... How did we just do all that without me noticing... That?!" "Heheh..." Tootie reached her right hand out, stopping mere millimeters from Timmy's erect member. "You... Must be rough... With not enough blood... Reaching... Uhm..."
Timmy shifted uncomfortably on his bed under his friend's scrutinizing glare. Now he knew how she must've felt when he just sat there, staring at her boobs... "T-Tootie? You're... Kind of... Staring..." The brunet looked at the girl, noticing her just barely agape mouth. "And... Drooling..."
"Wha?" At hearing the word 'drooling', Tootie snapped out of her mini-trance and wiped her lower lip. "Sorry, it's just- Uh..." Thinking quickly, the girl reached past Timmy and grabbed his pillow, then dropped it across his lap. "Th-There... Um... What- What were we talking about?"
"You were gonna ask me something? Something that might seem... Silly?" The buck-toothed teen pulled his legs up onto the bed and turned his body to face Tootie's, crossing his legs as he did and keeping the pillow right where it was, hoping that he'd... 'Calm down' soon enough.
"Silly?" "What could I possibly ask him that would be si- Oh!" Tootie bounced slightly as she remembered her question, then stuck her right index finger in the air. "...Right..." Unfortunately, the girl's blush returned almost instantly as she remembered. "Um... How to... Argh... Look, I'm just gonna ask, so don't... Don't try to stop me until I do, okay? It- It might seem weird, but... It's important! Got it?" Her mind now relatively clear of lusty thoughts, Tootie put on her best serious face... Which only served to audibly amuse the teen across from her. "C-C'mon! I'm trying to be serious here!"
Timmy continued to chuckle in amusement at his best friend. Her 'serious' tone had rapidly given way to a less serious, more whiny one. "Hehe... I-I'm listening..." He brought his own right hand up to his mouth, a poor attempt to cover up another growing fit of giggles.
"Y-You'd better be! It's... It concerns you too... And me... And Vicki..." It was Tootie's turn to shift uncomfortably, before settling into a position that mirrored Timmy's. A few more seconds of tense silence passed, making the girl feel nervous and begin to play with her fingers. "Remember how I said I had to ask you something back in the kitchen-"
"Mine, or yours?" Timmy, completely ignoring his friend's request of silence in favor of messing with her some more, interrupted her.
"What now? Mine or- Oh! Um... Y-Yours." Again, the girl shifted about. She had Timmy's rapt attention, and there was no way she could've felt more naked. What she was about to ask... God, Timmy wasn't like most guys... Would he think she was weird for being okay with this? And how would Vicki react, assuming he was okay with it? She'd probably think it was his idea...
"Um... Yeah, you mentioned something about... Er... Tootie, I don't think you mentioned much at all, actually. I was too worried about what Vicki might do to me if I didn't go see what she needed..."
"R-Right... So... I know you like me, and I... I know you like Vicki too..." Tootie frowned as she stuttered and stumbled over her words. She couldn't remember a time where she'd felt as nervous as she did now. But she'd come this far, there was no getting out of it. Deep down, she knew she didn't want to get out of it. She wanted to put her cards on the table, for better or worse.
"Yeah... I-" Timmy trailed off. What could he say? He was right back where he'd been earlier. If it had been only lust he felt for the two sisters... Or even just one of them, he knew it'd be easier than... Than whatever it was now. Of course lust played a part, Tootie and Vicki were both very attractive, gorgeous in their own ways... And Tootie was his best friend, he liked her because he knew she'd stand by him no matter what... Because she did stand by him no matter what, even now, with him being unable to choose between her and her older sister, she didn't fault him for it. Was that love? It sure as Hell sounded like it.
And then there was Vicki. Bane of children everywhere, or so the legends would have you believe. Sometimes he wondered if only himself and Tootie knew what she was really like, if they were the only people that could see past-
"-So if... If you want to give us both a shot... See if we could work... Would you... Wanna try that?"
The male teen snapped out of his thoughts again, realizing he'd once more missed a critical piece of a conversation due to his bad habit of over-analyzing everything to death. Still, he'd caught the tail-end of what Tootie had said, and it certainly sounded like she was talking about the two of them trying for a relationship... "Well... I mean, yeah. Of course I do, Tootie!" Timmy grinned as he moved the pillow off his legs and leaned forward, reached out to the girl sitting across from him, then pulled her over and into his lap so she was(somewhat awkwardly) straddling him. The position put the girl at just the right height so that Timmy could rest his forehead against hers. "I really do like you. You... You mean a lot to me, Toots. How could I say no?"
"R-really?!" Tootie squeaked out, an almost giddy-sounding tone overtaking her voice. "You-You're serious? You really want to give this a shot?" In her excitement, the raven-haired girl began bouncing up and down in the boy's lap, quickly making a certain part of Timmy's anatomy as excited as she was.
"Ye-Yeah, just-! Just stop- Boun-cing!" The brunet gripped his friend's shoulders, making her stop in her attempts to use him as a trampoline.
"Ooh...! I see. Someone's getting frisky again...!" Being unable to resist another chance at teasing her best friend, Tootie gently rubbed her wet swimsuit(and the area between her legs it contained) against his member, eliciting a low moan from the teen as he tightened his grip on her. "Ahah..." She giggled as she felt her light-headedness return. "M-much as I want to... Y-you've got a job to do first... Go and... And tell Vicki you like her..."
Timmy froze as he heard Tootie speak. He... He must have misheard, right? "What? Tell Vicki... But I thought... You want me to tell her... That I like her? What about you? I just told you that I like you... Why?"
For a few brief seconds, Tootie simply stared at Timmy, finding his unsure tone to be the most adorable thing ever. "You... Ugh! Timmy! You did it again!" The girl laughed at her friend as she brought her face a little closer to his, giving her the closeness she needed to rub her nose against his a few times. "There's gotta be some way to get you to focus on the here and now..."
"Er... Did I miss something... Important?" The teen found himself genuinely confused. If she hadn't meant for he and her to be in a relationship... Then did she mean for him to ask out Vicki instead?
"I'd say so. Timmy, I asked if you wanted to see if we could try a relationship. The three of us. As in me-" Tootie fluttered her eyelashes at him. "You-" Then poked his chest a few times. "And Vicki." And finished by nodding her head toward the rear wall of his bedroom, beyond which lay the backyard.
At that very moment, if one could see inside Timmy Turner's head, they'd find his brain, having just crashed into a brick wall going ninety miles an hour.
Tootie, being as close as she was to him, didn't need to. She could tell simply from the blank stare he was giving her, along with the lack of even the beginnings of a response. "Ah jeez... Looks like I broke him." Shaking her head in amusement, the raven-haired girl raised herself up just a few inches, then lightly nipped at Timmy's nose, just enough to make him realize he wasn't dreaming.
"Ah! Ow..." The ten brought his hand up to his nose and rubbed at it.
"Oh yeah! Like that really hurt!"
Timmy heard the girl chuckle as he rolled his eyes and let his hand drop back to his side. "See how you like it when I bite you..."
"Hmph." Tootie pushed him away, making the teen fall backward onto the bed, then climbed off of him and stood up. "I might just hold you to that." With that, she turned away from him and made her way over to the windowsill to retrieve her nearly forgotten glasses.
Timmy; however, was still at a loss for words, and could do little more than stare up at the ceiling of his room. Yet even that was interrupted by Tootie, as her face appeared in front of his with an almost judgmental stare.
"Waiting for an invitation or something? This is what we in the business call: A golden opportunity. An opportunity you're letting slip through your fingers. C'mon, Timmy. I know how you look at me, and I know how you look at my sister... And I can't blame you for that." There was barely perceptible shiver to Tootie's voice as she finished. "So... Put on your bathing suit, get your sweet ass down to the pool, and tell Vicki you like her!"
The brunet tried in vain to wrap his mind around what Tootie was suggesting. "But- but how are you and her- Would you and her...? And... And me?!" Timmy sat up and leaned forward to hold his head in his hands. "Is she some kind of mind reader? How did she know I- Why would she want to- Am I actually just this obvious?!" "Tootie... If you and Vicki are-"
The raven-haired girl leaned over toward Timmy as he sat on the bed, then brought her hand up to his chin, forcibly turning his head so he was facing her. "This isn't a trick, Timmy. I told you it might sound weird, but I promise you, it isn't a trick."
"Wish I could be as sure as you..." Timmy stared at his best friend. She looked so determined, so confident. How on Earth she could go from meek and timid as he played with her, to braver than him so quickly... Was a mystery he wisely chose to save for another day. "Fuckin'... There's no way this will go well, no way at all!" "Okay." The brunet nodded hesitantly, making Tootie release his chin and stand up straight. He then swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood up from it.
"Just... Okay? You're not gonna ask about... Why I'm so keen on this idea?"
The brunet-haired teen walked past her, over to his dresser, then opened the bottom drawer and took out a dark blue pair of shorts; his bathing suit. "Well... The only real thing I have to clue me in on... Is that*Ahem*hug between the two of you at Nasty Burger. Sisters... Don't hug like that." Timmy paused as he realized he sounded just like Vicki had when she was questioning him about her raven-haired sister's odd habits. "So I figure you either did that to mess with me..." He pulled his bathing suit on, then tightened the strings on it that served as a sort of makeshift belt. "Or..."
"That's a pretty big 'Or', don't ya think?" Tootie cut Timmy off in a deadpanning tone...
...Which earned her a sly smile from the teen. "Maybe I'm not the only one who likes Vicki, that way...?"
"Oh look, the Twerpy detective's trying to be coy." Tootie, channeling her sister just a little, crossed her arms under her ample bust(let's be honest, on purpose) and rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance.
Timmy, not being the type to quite understand nuance, misinterpreted her fake annoyance for real annoyance, however. "I-I'm not saying I'm judging you or anything like that..." The teen looked away as he scratched the back of his head, a meager dusting of pink blooming across his nose and cheeks. "I mean... I'm totally okay with it!" He smiled, making a poor attempt to salvage the situation he wasn't even in.
"Oh really?" She gave him that look again, the one where she tilted her head and half-arched her eyebrow in apparent interest. "...Hah, always knew you were a perv!" Tootie met her friend's grin with a smirk of her own.
"Oh good, we're still just messing around." Timmy mentally sighed in relief as the tension in the room dissipated. "You know what they say, Toots. It takes one to know one."
"Yeah, yeah, Hotshot. But you only got one girl." The now once again bespectacled girl stuck her index finger in the air in front of her, emphasizing her point. "But do you have the grit, the gumption, the very spirit to see this through and get her sister?!" Tootie steadily moved forward dramatically with each word, until she was right in Timmy's face.
"You're a dork." The teen deadpanned at her with a flat look.
"Better than a Twerp."
"...Touche. Shall we then?" Timmy swiftly grabbed Tootie's left hand with his right, lacing their fingers together.
"Thought you'd never ask!" The girl giggled as she allowed Timmy to pull her out of his room and into the hallway.
A/N: Fuck me was this a pain to find time to work on. Don't get jobs, kids. You'll never have time to do anything else... Unless you have a long distance with a beautiful/handsome girl/guy. Then get a job so you can make bank and go visit them. Seriously.