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The morning after is always heaps of awkward. Sara manages to 'forget' the night before. It's still replaying in mind. It will for the whole entire week, until we repeat. I wake up before her and late into the night, Sara has managed to kick me to the edge of the mattress. I know she doesn't want to wake up with me in the bed. She'll be upset that I let it happen. She always finds a way to blame me. I don't think she realizes that I have feelings. But if I was to open the door, naked, she would jump at the opportunity. We're both at fault.
I turn to her and sigh. She looks gorgeous when she sleeps, like a peaceful puppy dog. I just want to lie in bed and kiss her all day. That's all I ever want. I don't think I can ever have that. I sit up from the bed and look down at Sara's toes as she stretches her feet and wiggles her tiny toes. I can't help but giggle and reach my hands out to grab her feet. I love them; they're the cutest little feet I've ever seen. I feel my cunt ache at the thought of kissing her feet. I move myself closer to her and start to massage her feet. Sara moans, a smile thinning out across her chapped lips. I bring her feet to my mouth and I plant kisses along the tops of her feet. Sara spreads her toes and pushes them towards my lips. Her eyes are open now and she's watching me with glazed expression. It honestly makes me nervous. We're both sober and we're looking at each other as I perform an act that is less than innocent. I take her big toe into my mouth and blush hard as I see her nipples stand attention. She blushes too as she moans softly. Her hands go to her mouth as she hides timidly. I wouldn't be normally doing this, especially with Sara being sober. She could snap and yell at me. It's unfortunate that she is so irresistible. I lick up the arch of her foot, she grins and covers her flushed face. I don't understand how in the hell Stacy could resist Sara. I want to kiss her, but I'm afraid that she'll push me away. Sara's feet are so soft but she pulls them away. We've both silently addressed the issue at hand- last night, we had incredible sex. I can hear Sara swallow hard. I look down as she brings her legs up to her.
"Please get out," Sara says, her voice so raspy.
I get up and walk to her door, glancing back at her. She's looking at my naked body. I cover my chest and try to stop the flow of tears. I save them for the shower. I rush out of her room and into the bathroom. I turn the water on and get in, bursting into tears. My crying session is cut short by a knock on the front door. I finish my shower and shut off the water. I listen to my sister open the door and greet Stacy. Fuck my life, I think silently to myself and then Sara knocks on the door.
"Tegan, I really need to shower," she calls out to me.
I open the door, in my towel and look her up and down. She's in pajama shorts and a tank top. I glance back and see Stacy. Part of me wants to drop the towel and wait for Sara's hands to burn my body. I know with Stacy here, that wouldn't happen. I scoff and push past my twin. I get into my room and dry off. I hurry to get dressed and ready, curious to see what Sara and Stacy are doing for the day. I get out and start to make myself breakfast, starting a pot of coffee for Sara.
Stacy wears a pair of black leggings with a navy and white striped hoodie, paired with a fair of flats decorated with spikes. I can't help but think she's pretty and my stomach erupts with jealousy. She plays with her ombre hair, looking up at me. I sip my orange juice, eyeing her. I wonder if she could sense the envy I have of her. The air is thick and awkward. Stacy uncomfortably taps the counter as I dish out a bowl of cereal for myself and think to myself what I'll do while they're out. I figure I'll work a bit, maybe smoke some pot and watch a movie or something. I wish Sara would stay home and smoke with me. She's going to ask to borrow money, though. She and Stacy will go to some place that Sara can't really afford but she'll pay for the both of them and I'll let her because I want her to be happy with me. I walk to the couch and sit down, turning the TV on. Stacy watches the TV with me until Sara steps out of the bathroom. I look up at Sara, seeing drops of water drip from her hair and down onto her bare shoulders and chest. I tell myself to look away but it proves impossible as I watch Sara walk into her room with Stacy close behind.
I sigh heavily, turning to watch the TV. I get consumed in the TV show until Sara comes and sits on the couch, Stacy still in her room. I glance to Sara for a second and turn to the TV. I know she wants money, so I reach to my wallet. I open it and count out two hundred dollars and pass them to her. She giggles and kisses my cheek before returning to her room. I want to be angry with her, but it's impossible. I love her too much and I hate myself for that.
Eventually, Sara and Stacy emerge from Sara's room, holding hands. Sara assures she'll be back soon. I pretend not to care, but I know she'll have fun and she'll like Stacy even more. I feel insecure and I start crying. I wipe away my tears as I quick as they're there. I go into my room and grab my little backpack and walk into my living room. I sit down and unpack my backpack which is where I store all my pipes and rolling papers and one of the three bongs. It's a small one and it's named Ruby. I set Ruby up and blaze away. Smoking was something that Sara and I did to bond. Unfortunately, Sara doesn't ever want to anymore. She's moved on to bigger and better things, i.e. cocaine. Stacy introduced her to the drug when they first met. I was completely pissed at Stacy; I wanted to beat her up. Stacy was at my club one night when some celebrity was there and Sara bumped into her. I remember that Sara was infatuated with Stacy for a long, long time and just recently, she returned the affection.
It's a while before Sara and Stacy come back, but I've managed to lie on the couch and smoke the whole time. When Sara opens the door, Stacy starts coughing.
"It fucking reeks in here," Sara says as she walks past me and into the kitchen.
I just laugh, still watching the TV. Stacy comes in and sits at the bar in the kitchen. I realize that I hate her when I witness her check Sara out as she moves to make Stacy a drink.
"Whoa, liquor already? It's like…," I say awkwardly as I glance at my phone, "Shit, is it really that late?"
Sara nods, setting the margarita in front of Stacy before bringing one down to me. I reach for my phone and text my friend, Trixie. Sara hates her but from the look of it, Stacy is spending the night. Trixie and I won't do anything, we never have, and we don't have feelings for each other. I assume Sara thinks we do. I feel a little bit bad, but I don't want to have to listen to Sara and Stacy have sex all night.
Sara sits next to me with her margarita and mine. She looks up to the TV and then back to me.
"What are you watching?" she asks, sipping on her glass.
I hand her the bong and wait for her to put her lips to it. She does and my heart skips a beat as I light the bong and Sara takes a super big hit. It turns me on, sending kick to my cunt. I try my hardest not to touch her with Stacy sitting right there. She pulls back and exhales, the smoke forming a big cloud. Sara always looks so perfect.
Stacy comes and sits down, reaching for the bong. I let her light it for herself. I think about how I've always lit it for Sara since she's awful at it and horrified of burning herself. Stacy exhales and the way she does it turns me on too. Apparently, Sara thinks it's sexy too because she leans over and kisses along Stacy's jawline. I take another rip from the bong and set it down on the table. I lean back and watch Sara and Stacy as they begin to completely make-out. Stacy looks like a good kisser from what I can see. I try to look away but it's almost impossible.
Stacy and Sara pull away, giggling. Stacy looks to me and bites her lip. She looks me up and down. I panic, worrying about whatever she's thinking about.
"We should have a threesome," Stacy offers, sucking her bottom lip in.