My Sister Made Me Ch. 19

The door opened, drawing her gaze over where she expected to see Ben coming to see them. Instead, Toni snickered, shaking her head and rolling her eyes as she walked over and shooed the two guys away.

*****

Dane

Thursday evening...

After Sam had stormed out of the gym, Dane had resisted the desire to go after her. He didn't linger, though, avoiding the stares of the guys she'd been flirting with as he gathered his shit and got the hell out of there.

Not wanting to go back to the apartment, he sat in his truck for twenty minutes trying to figure out what the hell had happened and what he needed to do. He felt like he needed to fix things, but he hadn't the slightest idea how to accomplish it.

"I need a drink," he said to himself, and started his truck. He was still wearing his workout clothes but honestly didn't give a damn what people thought.

He pulled into the bar he worked at and saw only a couple of cars pulled in. Once inside, he went and sat down at the bar, the owner coming over and greeting him warmly.

"Beer me," Dane said.

"You got it," the owner replied, and went to get Dane's brew of choice. "Long day?"

"You could say that," Dane muttered, and reached out for the bottle as his boss set it on the coaster in front of him.

Taking a long sip, he swallowed it down and set it back on the bar, staring down at the label as if it held the answer. The first beer disappeared quickly, and another took its place. He wasn't looking to get hammered, though, and stopped downing it after the second.

He glanced around the bar to see if he could see any regulars, hoping that maybe he could find someone that could distract him from the drama shit filling his head. No one he recognized was there though, but he was just buzzed enough to look a little too long at an absolutely gorgeous woman with shoulder-length, slightly curly blonde hair. There was a man sitting close to her and she looked absolutely smitten by him.

He sighed, rolling his eyes at the two that were so obviously in love. He took another drink of his beer, cursing happy people in general under his breath. Try as he might though, he couldn't help but look back over at the two.

He wasn't attracted to men in the least, but he had to admit that the guy she was with was good-looking. Even if he had been, he'd have to be blind to miss how beautiful she was. He caught himself staring again and realized that he might be more drunk than he realized.

He turned, facing the bar again and told himself to stop being a creep. Another beer followed as he stared at the bottles on the wall behind the bar. Someone came and sat down near him, a single barstool between them. He glanced over and nodded at the guy, then went back to staring at the wall.

The scene with Sam was fresh in his mind, even with all the beer clouding it. He couldn't forget the sight of her scowling face and how ridiculously mad she'd been. It was surprising, to say the least.

Movement to his right made him look over, and he was surprised to see the beautiful blonde sitting between he and the guy that had just sat down.

"Hi baby!" she said, her voice loud enough for him to hear. "Master told me to come and greet my husband before he takes me to the bathroom and fucks my brains out!"

Dane choked on his beer, spilling it down the front of his shirt and sputtering for a few seconds. The blonde turned and looked at him, giggling endearingly before turning back to the other guy.

"You just can't help causing a scene, can you?" the other guy asked.

Dane glanced over, seeing the two kissing intensely. He saw movement behind them and watched as the original guy that the blonde had been with stand up and walk over, a grin on his face.

"You love it when I do, you pervy little shit," the blonde said, and kissed him even harder.

She sat back a moment later and reached up, slapping the guy on the face. Dane's eyes were still wide in surprise, and he absentmindedly lifted his empty hand up in an effort to take a drink. The first guy made it over to the two at that point and reached out to the second, shaking his hand warmly. Once that was done, the first guy turned and grabbed the blonde's arm, roughly puling her from the seat and standing her up.

"Did you tell him?" he asked.

"Your depraved little whore definitely told him!" the blonde gushed. "So... hurry up and fuck me senseless!"

As he watched, the first guy clapped a hand on the second's shoulder and pulled the blonde away toward the bathroom, leaving Dane staring wide-eyed at the spot where they'd been. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and turned back to see the bar owner giving him a fresh beer.

"Thanks," Dane said, trying to look like he hadn't just been gawking at the three.

He heard a chuckle from his right and glanced back over.

"Sorry about that," the second guy said. "It's... complicated."

Dane nodded, offering a smile. "It sounds like it," he agreed.

He knew the guy was just being polite and initially thought that the conversation would end there, but his own curiosity got the better of him.

"Just... for my own sanity... is she with him?" he asked, turning to look at him again. "If that's not too personal," he amended.

"Not at all," the guy said. "She's mine," he said, then reached out to shake his hand. "Zeke," he said.

"Dane," Dane said. "Good to meet you. Sorry I was gawking."

Zeke waved a hand dismissively. "I would be shocked if you weren't," he said with a chuckle. "We're swingers," he explained. "Plus, she's an exhibitionist and not shy at all, so you can bet that she knows how to cause a scene!"

Dane chuckled and nodded. He took another drink and couldn't help but think about his own situation with Hannah and Sally. Would they be considered swingers? The thought was certainly worth thinking about. As he pondered it briefly, he realized that he had a source of information on the subject close at hand.

"Mind if I ask you something about that?" he asked, turning back to Zeke.

"Not at all," Zeke replied.

Dane took another drink and tried to collect his thoughts before he made a fool of himself. "So... you guys are dating? Married?"

"Married," Zeke revealed.

"So... what's like... what's it like being a swinger? Like... how did y'all decide to do that?" he asked, immediately feeling stupid.

"Hell, I love it. My wife, Amy, loves it," Zeke said. "We met Duncan, the guy that's fucking her brains out in the bathroom right now, and his wife... a year ago or so I guess? We're both cops, so we tend to be very dominant while we work, but we both really love being submissive. So... when we hit it off with Duncan and his wife, Kelly, we initially just wanted them to dominate us on a regular basis. That led us to joining them at their swinger group, and the rest is history."

Dane chuckled, nodding at the stranger.

"Personally, I love watching her fuck," Zeke continued. "I mean... don't get me wrong, I like having sex, but there's just something that's crazy about watching her."

"You don't ever get jealous?" Dane asked. "Like... do you guys ever fight?"

"There's always going to be shit that comes up that you need to handle, you just have to handle it then and there and not let it fester. You and your lady wanting to give it a go? We're always looking for more folks."

"No," Dane said, shaking his head. "I mean... we kind-of are." Dane took another sip as he collected his thoughts. "My... friend and I are sharing our girlfriends," he said, thinking better of including the fact that it was his own brother.

"Nice," Zeke commented, smiling slightly. "Like I said, if you're having issues with it, you need to talk it out. You don't want it getting ugly. People tend to forget that it's not that crazy for two people fucking on the regular to eventually fall in love."

Dane nodded, chuckling.

"But I'll tell you what, man," Zeke continued, "if you're okay watching the woman you love having sex with someone else, then you're a lucky guy. I don't think I've enjoyed anything more than seeing my Amy get absolutely destroyed by the guys in our group."

After another easy laugh, Dane took another drink of his beer. After a few seconds of silence, he turned and nodded at Zeke. "I appreciate the conversation," he said.

"Well, I hope it helps," Zeke said. "If you think you and your girlfriend would be down for it, I can give you the contact info for our group."

He definitely didn't want to come off as rude, so Dane nodded his assent. Pulling out his phone, he typed in the email address that Zeke gave him before slipping it back into his pocket.

"I appreciate it," Dane said.

Conversation between the two ceased for several minutes before Amy and Duncan came back from the bathroom. She looked like was trying to climb up the guy's leg she was clinging to him so hard.

They walked back over to Zeke where she finally let go and giggled ecstatically as she leaned into her husband.

"Fuck your brains out?" he asked, grinning at her. He glanced at Dane and winked secretively.

"He fucked me so much better than you could have, baby," she gushed. "I was a bad girl, though."

Zeke raised an eyebrow at her then looked at over Duncan.

"I told her to swallow, and she told me 'no.' So, I told her to do it again, and she said 'no' again. Then I told her that if she didn't, I'd make her suck off everyone in the bar."

Zeke laughed briefly and looked over at his wife. "Did you swallow?" he asked her.

"Well... let's just say I had to wash my face and touch up my makeup before I was able to come back out," she informed him.

"Dirty little slut," Zeke said. "You're going to have a long night so you better get started." He gestured widely to the rest of the bar.

"Eh... I'm not gonna make her," Duncan said, chuckling.

Amy turned and frowned pitifully at him. "Why not?" she asked, sounding ridiculously spoiled.

"It's not a good idea," Duncan chuckled, and glanced over at Zeke. "Besides, you wouldn't be able to play this weekend if I did."

She frowned and glanced at Dane. "Not even one?" she asked and gestured to him.

He swallowed hard and knew that he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't tempted.

"Please?" she continued. "I promise I'll be a good girl from now on."

"See you at your place?" Duncan asked and grabbed Amy roughly by the arm. She giggled in response.

"I'll be right behind you after I pay my tab," Zeke said, grinning at the two. "Try not to break her before I get there!"

"No promises!" Duncan called out as he pulled Zeke's wife to the door.

Dane chuckled at the weirdness of it all and shook his head in resignation at Zeke as he shrugged. Once his tab was paid, he stood and offered Dane a grin and a nod.

"I hope we hear from you," Zeke said.

"Thanks for the company," Dane replied.

The two shook hands before Zeke turned and left the bar.

The whole scene had been like some weird dream he'd been having, and he didn't think he'd believe it if someone else had told him. Regardless, he didn't think it was a good idea to take Zeke up on the offer to join. He had enough drama without his girlfriend fucking twenty other dudes.

He sighed, realizing that he was being unfair. He knew that he wasn't bothered by the fact that Sally was fucking his brother. He was pretty sure that he wouldn't have minded her fucking those twenty guys either. It just seemed... wrong somehow.

He tried to picture the two of them swinging with a group of people, but he had no real frame of reference for something like that. The best he could think of was one of the times that the four of them had been having fun, and he hadn't really felt anything like that.

He tossed a handful of cash to the owner and stood, heading out to his truck. He didn't start it though, instead just sitting there lost in thought. The whole scene with Zeke, his wife, and their friend was sticking with him. There was something about it that was... wholesome. He felt like he wanted to get to know the weird little group more; he just didn't know why.

He kept going over the situation as he sat there, trying to figure out what he liked about it so much. He thought back to his own situation, hoping that maybe it would help him realize what it was.

It wasn't the flat-out stunning hotness of the Zeke's ridiculously pretty wife. That was obviously a good thing and he'd enjoyed watching her, but that wasn't what made it wholesome. Clearly, she and her husband were in love as well, and just the fact that they were so in love with each other that they could openly share one another was even better.

The situation with Sally, Hannah, and Danny wasn't the same, he realized. Obviously, he loved his brother, but they weren't fucking so it didn't factor into the equation. He knew for sure that he didn't love Hannah. Well... he loved fucking her. She had a spectacular rack and she seemed to be even freakier than Sally.

He chuckled to himself, thinking about a couple of the times that he'd railed the busty vixen. He'd never tell Sally this, of course, but a big part of him liked fucking Hannah more, if nothing else than she scratched that 'something new' itch that lots of guys got from time to time.

It wasn't as if Sally was bad in bed or anything either. She was incredible, and he loved...

He stopped short, looking up at the reflection of himself in the rearview mirror. He'd figured it out.

He'd been thinking that he loved the times she got crazy in bed, but it was in that moment that he'd had the epiphany.

He didn't love Sally.

*****

Alex

Monday morning, three days previous...

The next morning, Alex wasn't surprised in the least when she felt Toni snuggled up right behind her. She'd gone to sleep the night before alone, but it seemed to be more and more the norm for Toni to sleep in the same bed.

She checked the time on her phone and sighed when she saw how early it was. Sliding quietly from Toni's clutches, she padded quietly to the bathroom to pee. Sitting there doing the deed, she pondered the decidedly spicy dream she'd had the night before.

It hadn't included masks or any mysterious figures, oddly enough. This time it had been purely sexual. She'd dreamt of the scene she'd shot at Camille's, picturing it as if she were watching it happen. Needless to say, she'd woken up horny.

Though she briefly considered waking Toni up with her face between her legs, she knew that a cock was the only thing that could scratch this particular itch. As she finished up, she stood and went to see if she could find one.

Danny hadn't been home in weeks, so she didn't even bother looking for him. Dane was still an option, though. Happily, she turned and went to his bedroom, nudging the door open and tiptoeing inside. Stopping short, she frowned in disappointment when she saw that his bed was empty.

"Dammit," she whispered to the empty room.

Resigned to not getting any cock that morning, she stalked sullenly back to her bedroom and slipped back into bed with Toni. She promised herself that she would seek out one of her brothers that week if she couldn't find cock anywhere else. It had been too long since she'd spent time with them, regardless.

She got back out of bed an hour later, having a full day of work and school ahead of her. She'd considered seeing if her friends were busy but knew that would have been pretty impossible with her schedule.

Bryce and Wade were also not an option, unfortunately, as both replied to her texted request for some much-needed dick with the knowledge that they were busy. Bryce was likely going to be busy for several days due to a new job his dad had him helping on. Wade mentioned something along the same lines, work and school. It didn't matter anyway, though, as she was busy working and going to school for the foreseeable future.

One thing she definitely needed to do was talk with the new girl, Jessie, and make sure everything was okay in regard to the talk that Bill had concerning the bathroom incident. Monday was a bust as Jessie wasn't working that day as was Tuesday, but Alex was happy to see that her new friend was scheduled the next day.

On Wednesday, Alex was feeling great after a good day at school and felt even better that Toni had stopped being so weird and concerned about things. That morning, her twin had remarked that the two of them had to get Bryce and Wade together again so that the four of them could play. That sounded delightful to Alex, of course, but knew that being able to find a time that all of them were free would be challenging.

After class, she drove to work and parked. Heading inside, she went in the back entrance through the kitchen and was happy to see Jessie laughing and talking with a guy she didn't recognize. At first, she intended to walk by and not interrupt the conversation, but as soon as Jessie glanced over and saw Alex coming in, her face brightened, and she rushed over, practically tackling Alex in a hug.

"Oof," Alex grunted as the ebullient girl crashed into her.

"It's so good to see you!" Jessie gushed. "How have you been?"

"Oh... you know," Alex giggled. "Okay I guess, just got out of class."

"Ugh... me too," Jessie said, rolling her eyes. "Oh!" she gasped. "Come here!" The young woman turned and pulled Alex over to the guy she'd been talking to before, pausing and grinning at the two for a moment. "Alex, this is my roommate's boyfriend, John. He just started working here!"

Alex smiled and waved politely, then gently shook the new guy's hand as he offered it.

"John Montgomery," he said with a warm smile.

"Alex Andresani," she said kindly.

Without a second word, Jessie took her hand and pulled her toward the lockers where they could store their street clothes, waving happily at John as he turned and started talking with some of the other kitchen staff.

Once inside the small room just outside the manager's office, Jessie pulled off her backpack and shoved it in a locker, then began to pull her uniform out of it. As she did so, she turned to talk with Alex.

"So... did Bill talk to you?" she asked.

Alex blushed a bit and nodded, turning to check behind them for eavesdroppers.

"He did, and I'm so sorry if I got us in trouble," she said.

"No!" Jessie said immediately, shaking her head. "It was totally my fault! But I didn't really get in trouble. Did you?"

Alex shook her head. "No," she said, shaking her head. "He seemed more concerned about customers seeing us."

"Yeah, he did," Jessie agreed. "Still, I'm sorry for putting us both in that situation."

"Well, I'm just sorry that we got caught," Alex said, eliciting giggles from her new friend.

She was turned away from the kitchen and normally didn't mind getting changed in the small room. There was a little privacy, but the kitchen staff could still see if they made the effort to walk over and look directly in. There were large refrigerators on one side of the doorway leading into the room, and fully stocked shelves on the other. Regardless, it obviously didn't ever bother her if they could see.

"You definitely don't have to apologize. In fact, I feel like I owe you a favor for helping me, Dex, and Jack out so much that night," Jessie replied.

As Jessie spoke, Alex saw her unceremoniously pull her shirt off, fold it, and set it into the locker, but then not make any move to put the top on in its place. She glanced back behind her, seeing several of the kitchen guys looking over.

"Nah," Alex said with a dismissive wave. "It was fun."

Jessie giggled, looking behind Alex at something. She turned and glanced back, seeing more of the kitchen staff. She smirked, looking back at Jessie.

"You'd think they'd get bored of seeing boobs," she commented, rolling her eyes.

As she spoke, Jessie stepped to the side and more fully into the view of the kitchen staff, then wiggled her shoulders back and forth, shaking her tits.