"The rules are simple," Callie says, and I just push her hair out of the way, kissing her neck gently. "Who ever goes longer without sex wins."
"After this," I murmur, my hands sliding underneath her shirt. "And the loser has to do whatever the winner wants them to do."
"Fine. No sex starting now. Besides I think Moms and Robert will be happy that we're doing this." Callie says, and I groan, gripping her waist.
"That's not fair. It's going to be hard for me to keep my hands off of you." I tell her, only causing her to laugh.
"Well, that's your problem, isn't it?" Callie asks, wrapping her arms around my neck. "You would lose, and I know how much you hate losing, so..."
"This isn't fair! Who cares what they think? They said we could be together, and have you seen yourself? Why can't we do something else?" I whine, and she just bites her bottom lip, and I almost cave in. But she's right. I do hate losing. "Like scrabble or something. Whoever wins scrabble gets do whatever they want."
"That's not as fun as seeing you trying to keep your hands off of me."
"So you're saying that you do like it when my hands are on you, but you just want to see how hard it is for me to keep them off of you?"
"Basically. It would be easier for you if you just play video games with Jesus or something." Callie points out, but she's just so damn hot when she wears my shirt.
"Maybe if you button my shirt all the way," I tell her. "No, don't wear my clothes at all. That's a rule."
"The only rule is that there's no sex, and if you lose, which you'll most likely will, you have do what I want you to."
I ignore her comment on me most likely losing. She's probably right, I won't have a chance at all if there's no rules. "But there's has to be some sort of rule! And the winner gets money too."
"Ten dollars a week."
"Fine. But no shirts! Wait, wear your shirts. Just not mine." I say quickly, fumbling with my words, and Callie just shakes her head at me.
"Make up your mind. Do you want your shirt back or not?"
"Not if you're gonna take it off now. I'll get back later." I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest, careful of where I put my hands, knowing that if they get to a certain place, there's no way I'll win.
"You said I can't wear your shirts..." Callie says, trailing off as she starts to unbutton it right in front of me.
"Woah, fuck, Callie!" I whine, trying to look away from her, but my eyes linger on her breasts. Thank god she's wearing a bra. I stuff my hands in the pocket of my sweatpants, finally able to tear my eyes away from her, and she just tosses my shirt at me.
"If I have a rule, you get a rule."
"Hit me up." I grumble, knowing that I'm going to make sure that the door to my room is locked later tonight.
"No sweatpants."
That grabs my attention. "What? No sweatpants?" I ask, surprised that Callie would even come up with a rule for me.
"Hey! No questions, no sweatpants."
"B-but that makes no sense! Science studies say that boys are more horny, mostly because of looks! You're a girl. Sometimes, I'm not even sure you're a teenager," I tell her, and she just laughs at me, and I just stare at her. "What? Science never lies!"
"Just- no sweatpants!" Callie says through laughter, still shaking her head at me.
"Not until you tell me why."
"You have a nice ass."
"I have a nice ass?"
"Especially in sweatpants."
"W-woah! So you're telling me that if I wear sweatpants, you might want to have sex with me?" I ask, and Callie just starts pushing me up the stairs.
"That is what I'm saying, and FYI, science isn't right all the time. Girls can be just a horny as boys." Callie says, and it's my turn to laugh.
"Not you. Okay, okay, so you were being serious about me having a nice a-"
The door to Mariana's and Callie's room flies open. "Can you two just shut up about being horny and having sex? You're making me happy that I'm a virgin!" Mariana basically shouts, and Callie and I just stand there for a few seconds.
"Mariana the Virgin," I mumble, before breaking out into a fit of laughter. "You're a virgin and your twin brother is basically a condom ad. How did this happen?"
Callie smacks my arm, and I rub it, and stop laughing. "Be nice. Did she tell you what she did with Chase? Oh my god, that was so bad."
"Wait, my younger sister lost her virginity to senior and I didn't know?" I demand, and Mariana throws her hands in the air, sighing.
"Callie if you tell him, I swear to god I-"
"Okay, I'm so confused!" I say, and Mariana stares at Callie for a few seconds before looking at me. "Did you lose your Virginity or not?"
"Where the hell is your shirt?" Mariana asks Callie. "Oh god, please tell me you guys didn't do it on the couch."
"Where are your panties?" Callie asks, and Mariana face grows red. "Okay, so at the cast party, sh-"
"Callie!" Mariana whines, burying her face in her hands. "God, please don't tell him."
"No, tell me, I need to hear this." I say, looking at Callie, who's laughing at the memory.
"She put her panties in Chase's pocket. Like just walked up to him and everything, and th-"
"Moms!" Mariana yells, and Stef and Lena come out of their room, looking at the three of us.
"Callie, where is your shirt?"
"They keep laughing at me!"
"Are you aware of what Mariana did to Chase?"
"Brandon, tell me you used a condom."
We all say at the same time, except for Callie, who hasn't said a thing. To answer Lena's question, I hold my shirt up. "I have Callie's shirt, and uh, We didn't use a condom because we didn't have sex." I inform Stef, and they seem relieved.
"Thank the Lord. I think this if the first time they've gone a day without having s-"
"Mom. Don't sound so proud," I say, running my fingers through my hair. "It's a test."
"For you?"
"Both of us," I inform her. "So enjoy it while it lasts."
Stef and Lena seems to consider this before they disappear into their room, and Mariana is standing there, her face bright red. "I still can't believe you did that to Chase." I whisper, and she just groans before disappearing into her room. Callie and I look at each other, and she pushes me towards my room.
"Change your pants." She tells me.
"Put on a shirt." I counter back.
"Fuck me."
"Gladly."
"Then you'll lose."
The first week was easier than I thought.
The second week, well I almost lost control during dinner when she broke my rule, coming down the stairs in literally nothing but my shirt, and we both know that we were lucky that nobody else was home.
The third week, I didn't even bother to get fully dressed, which bothered the shit out of moms and Mariana, them demanding that I put on a shirt with my sweatpants, and Callie would just sit there, laughing her ass off at me.
Right now it's the fourth week, and I know that Moms and Robert are surprised that we've lasted this long.
"Brandon!" Callie whines as I pick her up easily, holding her over my shoulder. "Put me down!"
"No. You broke my rule."
"That was two weeks ago! Besides, you broke mine too!"
"You're wearing my shirt right now, and besides, I broke yours after you broke mine," I answer, and she just smacks my back playfully. "Oww! I'm always getting abused in this relationship!"
Callie gives up, and I just carry her up the stairs. "Come on. We're gonna play together."
"You couldn't just ask nicely?" Callie asks as I put her down on my bed, sitting down next to her.
"You see, you aren't going to play guitar. I'm gonna teach you how to play piano." I tell her, and she just stares at me.
"The door is open."
"I know."
"You're not gonna close it?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Uh, no it's okay." Callie says, playing a few notes on my keyboard. But it's too late, and I'm closing the door.
"Better?"
"I thought you were going to teach me how to play piano."
"I am. Unless you don't want me too."
"Well, I- uh.."
"Cat got your tongue?"
Callie doesn't answer, but instead she kisses me, catching me off guard, her fingers in my hair. I can't help but kiss her back, my hands resting on her hips. Callie moves her hips against mine, and I hold back a moan. Almost a month without Callie is way too long.
"Fuck the bet. I need you now." Callie tells breathlessly, and I think I hear her wrong.
"So I win?" I ask in shock, looking at her. "I actually won?"
"Oh, don't act so surprised." Callie mumbles against my lips.
"Wait, wait. This isn't some sort of joke, is it? I won?" I ask, and Callie rolls her eyes.
"Yes, Brandon. You won."
"Well, the loser has to do whatever the winner wants, remember?" I say, although I know that she's well aware of this, and she just looks at me.
"I'm sorry, Foster. I don't know how to give blowjobs." Callie says, her hands playing with the end of my shirt, and I just stare at her.
"What the fuck are you taking about? You give the best blowjobs ever." I tell her, and Callie shakes her head, her hand moving over the bulge in my pants, making me moan.
"I told you, Foster," Callie whispers into my ear, kissing my neck. "I don't give blowjobs."
"I think that's the biggest lie you have ever told." I say. A string of moans and curse words leave my lips as she quickens her rhythm and falls to her knees. My breath starts to quicken at just the thought. Her lips wrap around the head and her wet tongue swirls around the top. I hiss at the sudden contact and my hips voluntarily buck against her mouth. Her warm and wet tongue glides up and down my shaft right before she takes me in all the way.
"Hey, Brandon!" Jesus says, his voice reaching my ears through my closed door. I forgot to lock the door earlier.
"Jesus, I... Fuck, Callie. I wouldn't come in if I were you!" She works the base of my cock with her hand as she sucks the rest of my length as hard as she can. Her moan vibrates against me, pushing me even closer to the edge.
"Dude, this is important! You're good with girls, I need help with Haley!"
"Fuck! Jesus, I'm... Just... b-b-reak up with her, man!" I manage to say as Callie's head begins to bob up and down, her wet lips enclosed on my cock while taking me as far as she can.
"Dude, you alright?" He asks, sounding closer than he was before, and I know that if he does open the door, we're screwed.
"Holy shit, Callie," I moan, not able to hold it back anymore. "Jesus, y- I'll... Be out there soon, okay?"
Jesus doesn't say anything, and I can hear his footsteps leaving before he shouts. "Moms! Callie and Brandon are back at it!"
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," I warn Callie huskily after what feels like only a few short minutes of her minstrations. With that, her tongue moves faster around me before she hollows her cheeks. As my orgasm hits me, I see stars. This woman will be the death of me. She zips my jeans back up and captures my lips for a long, dizzying kiss. Her lust filled eyes open in front of me once again and we share an equally shy smile.
"I think Jesus's waiting for you." Callie tells me, and I have to shake my head to clear it.
"He said that?" I ask, and Callie just rolls her eyes at me, opening my bedroom door. "We're going downstairs? Oh, okay."
I lace my fingers with Callie's, and lead her down the stairs, only to see everybody looking at us, not paying attention to the movie, and I just give them an awkward smile.
"Hi." I say simply, and Callie and I look at each other, like what the fuck is going on?
"So you two are back at it?" Mariana asks, looking at us then Jesus as Stef and Lena just look at her in shock.
"Who won?" Jesus demands, and I look at Callie.
"I did."
"I did."
Callie and I say at the same time, and I just stare at her. "Stop lying, Cals."
Callie's face grows bright red as everybody looks at her.
"Brandon won?" Stef questions, and I just glare at her.
"Don't act so surprised. I have very good self control."
"Says the boy who literally fi-"
"Jesus." Stef and Lena warn.
"His girlfriend in public. While eating dinner with his family."
"That was a month ago!" I complain. "Can we just forget about it?"
"I was sitting next to you, man, I was talking to you and you were ju-"
"Jesus!" Stef says, and he finally gives up, and I look at Callie.
"You still own me 40 dollars, you know that, right?