VOLUME 4: THE GIRLS THAT CAME WITH THE RAIN WILL A HAREM
The shower was running. Water hissed against the tile in the next room.
Zed turned to Betty. He rubbed his nose against her neck.
Betty let out a soft giggle. A shuddering exhale. She tilted her head and stroked his hair.
-Mmm, Zed... that feels nice, she murmured. You're such a thoughtful and attentive partner.
Zed started to kiss her neck. Light. Lingering. His hand moved down, searching for the warmth between her legs.
Betty arched into the touch. She breathed out shakily. She covered his questing hand with her own and guided it to press more firmly against her core through the thin fabric of her panties.
-Mmm, don't be shy now... explore as much as you'd like.
Zed rubbed his thumb between the fabric. Betty gasped softly. Her hips twitched. Her eyelids fluttered shut from the sudden rush of sensation. She yielded easily, her thighs parting slightly.
Zed pushed his fingers deeper. He slipped past the fabric and curled them inside her, kissing and sucking on her neck.
Betty whimpered. Her inner walls clenched around his invading fingers.
-Ohhh gosh, Zed, yes... just like that, she panted. Don't stop, please...
Zed picked up the pace. He frigged into her, sucking hard on her earlobe.
Betty cried out sharply. Her back bowed off the bed. She clutched desperately at his shoulders, her nails digging in .
-I'm gonna... come!
Zed immediately clamped his hand over her mouth. He plunged his fingers in to capture the orgasm.
-Shh, he whispered in her ear. Don't make Alice jealous.
Muffled moans escaped into Zed's large palm. Betty's climax hit hard, her muscles spasming violently around his pumping fingers.
-Mmph... thank you... Zed...
Zed pulled his hand out. He sucked her juices off his fingers, then slipped his hand into his boxers to slather the rest on his semi-hard cock.
The bathroom door clicked open.
Alice stepped out, wrapped in a towel. Steam billowed out behind her. Her hair was slicked back, droplets of moisture trailing down her neck.
She paused mid-step. She spotted Zed sucking his fingers. Her eyes went wide.
-Well, well, well...
-Hello there Alice, Zed said with an easy smile. Betty and I have a plan.
Alice raised a skeptical eyebrow. She crossed her arms over her chest, regarding them both with a mix of surprise and amusement.
-A plan, huh? Let me guess, it involves more of this? she asked, gesturing vaguely toward the messy bed.
Despite her nonchalant exterior, Alice felt a sharp twinge of unexpected jealousy. She quickly pushed it aside .
-In the long term, yeah, Zed laughed. He stood up from the bed.
Alice's grip tightened on her towel. She felt an unwelcome flare of possessiveness. She wanted to tug him back. Demand his focus. She resisted.
-Long term?
-Yeah. We're gonna go back to you and Betty's place to get a few things so you can stay for the week.
Betty blushed softly. She looked between them with a nervous smile.
-A whole week, huh? That sounds... lovely, Betty said. Doesn't it, Alice?
-My manager's been riding me about taking some time off, Zed explained as he pulled on his pants. I've got so much of it accrued.
Alice's eyes narrowed. Her mind raced. A whole week trapped in close quarters with him? Having to watch him lavish attention on Betty day after day? The idea made her stomach churn with a confusing brew of irritation and envy .
-The three of us are going to have a lot of fun, Zed said.
He wrapped his arms around Alice's waist and gave her a reassuring hug.
Alice stiffened. Her hands came up instinctively to push weakly at his chest. After a moment's hesitation, she allowed the hug, though her expression remained guarded.
-Fun, huh? she muttered sarcastically. And pray tell, what exactly constitutes as 'fun' in your book, Casanova?
-More of this, Zed said, gesturing at the bed. And maybe more friends too.
Alice saw red. A surge of anger mixed with humiliation hit her. Her cheeks flushed hotly.
-Listen here, asshole, she snarled. She pushed out of his embrace roughly. Just because we've indulged in a few casual hookups doesn't mean you get to dictate terms or invite whoever the fuck you want!
She took a step back, glaring daggers.
-Of course not, Zed purred. You get to dictate terms too.
He looked past Alice and gave Betty a knowing look. An unspoken confirmation. This is why we're getting the meds.
Alice huffed indignantly. She rolled her eyes.
-Oh, so you're saying I have a say in this little soap opera of yours? she scoffed.
Some of the anger drained from her voice. She sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose.
-Fine. Whatever.
-You're the star, babe, Zed said. He gave her a peck on the cheek, then went to the dresser to grab his phone and open a ride-sharing app.
Betty bit her lower lip. She looked at Alice's tense posture.
-Alice, honey... are you sure about this? Betty asked softly, laying a comforting hand on her sister's shoulder. We don't have to stay the whole week if you're not comfortable with it .
Alice bristled. She shrugged off the hand.
-Unconventional? Please, Bet, Alice scoffed.
Zed opened the app to order an SUV. He handed the phone to Betty to put their address in. Betty took it, her fingers brushing his, and typed it in.
-There ya go, handsome. Our chariot awaits, Betty smiled. Come on, sis. No point delaying the inevitable.
Alice let out a put-upon sigh. She placed her hand in Betty's.
-Alright, alright. Lead the way, Betty, Alice said. Let's see if our destiny includes playing happy families with Mr. Charming here .
-Get dressed girls, Zed said. Our ride will be here in about ten minutes.
Alice rolled her eyes. She dropped her towel without preamble, exposing her naked form to both of them.
-Might as well get used to the open displays, apparently, she muttered, gathering her scattered clothes. 'Charming', my ass. More like trouble with a capital T.