Hot Tub Fiasco Part 2 [MF] [Friend’s Little Sister] [Age Gap]

We all kept ourselves occupied for the next few days. The boys had jobs to do, rent to pay. Matt was a medical lab technician and I was always shuffling between jobs. Currently, I was employed as a pizza delivery guy. I couldn’t go to college so many years ago because I couldn’t afford it. I lived in an apartment with two roommates, also old friends from high school. The three of us barely had time to sit around the house and hang out with each other since we were always working. When one of us was off, the other two were probably working.

Truthfully, that night with Mallory constantly kept replaying in my mind. I don’t think I would’ve done what we did if I were sober, but that night was easily the hottest in my life. I wanted to see her again but I couldn’t head to Matt’s specifically to see her, that would look to suspicious. I also didn’t have her number or social media so I had no means of contacting her personally.

It was day in and day out for me. You could say I was depressed. I had no clear direction, and even had a few hookups to try and help not only my mood but to get Mallory out of my head. There was even a night where a roommate and I were off and we just smoked pot.

One day when I was off Matt gave me a call.

“What’s up?” I answered, eating on the couch at the time.

“Want to come over and help clean out the garage? We might be renovating it.”

I would’ve said no, but then I thought about the possibility of seeing Mallory. I couldn’t believe I was thinking like this, and I should’ve restrained myself but I didn’t.

“Yeah, give me a few minutes,” I grunted, standing up from the couch. I hung up before he could respond.

Matt’s house stood the same as ever. His mom was home, and luckily, Mallory. I parked, and walked to the garage to meet him.

“Yeah, it’s probably gonna take the rest of the day,” he told me as I looked at the chaos. “You sure about this?”

“Yeah, I’ve got time to kill.”

We worked for hours. We had to arrange the boxes, the clutter, sweep, and do an assortment of other things. Matt’s mom walked in and out a few times, admiring our progress. The plan was to completely empty the room so the wall could be “prettied up.” It was to be torn down, rebuilt and painted over again. It was 3pm when we finally stopped for a break for half an hour. We drank our water and sat, making conversation.

“Go grab us some more drinks,” he told me, finishing his. “We’re gonna want to finish moving everything inside before dinner. You off tomorrow?

“Yeah, pretty sure I am.”

“Good, we’ll come back and make any extra touches afterwards and you can crash on the couch.”

“Cool, thanks,” I said to him as I walked into the house.

I made my way into the kitchen to grab two energy drinks. I found them in the fridge, and sat them on the counter. When I turned to close the fridge, I saw her. Mallory had walked into the room and was waiting for me to see her. Once we made eye contact, she walked up to me.

“Been a few weeks,” she said. My heart sank.

“Has it? I don’t keep track of time.” I stuttered.

“Whats up with you? You’re acting weird.”

My anxiety was getting the best of me and I wasn’t sure why. My palms were sweaty. I looked at her, grabbed the drinks, and walked out of the kitchen. “Just tired,” I called back to her.

“See you at dinner,” she responded before retreating back into her room.

I didn’t know what had gotten over me. Matt took the drink without noticing anything different and we got back to work.

Soon enough, it actually was time to stop to eat. Matt’s mom cooked something for four of us, so we called it quits and went inside. We all sat down and sparked into conversation.

“Thanks for helping today Connor,” Matt’s mom said, drinking her tea. “I don’t know why the hell you’d agree to something like this, but I guess that’s what long time friends do? I don’t know.”

“Yeah, it’s either this or sit on my ass and watch tv,” I reassured her. “It’s nothing, really.”

“If you say so, just leave if you ever want to. I get it.”

I turned to Matt. “Where’s your dad?”

“He’s staying at his dad’s place tonight,” he answered. “He’ll probably be back tomorrow night.”

“We’ll see, you never really know,” his mom mumbled. “Mallory just graduated a few months ago, have y’all gotten a chance to talk?”

I fixed myself upright at the sudden mention of her name. It was obvious it caught me off guard.

“Yeah, we caught up at the party.” I drank out of my cup, trying to cover this up.

“What, did she piss you off?”

“No, I just scared him,” Mallory spoke for me. “They were all drunk, it was easy.”

Matt laughed at the idea of it. “If that’s what you want to believe…”

“Anyways,” his mom interrupted, “she starts college in the fall. Be proud of her. God knows she’s probably tired of hearing that from us.”

“Mallory,” I said to her, trying to break the tension. “Proud of you.”

“Smartass,” she responded.

“Watch it,” her mom said, changing her tone. Matt smiled, watching her sister be scolded.

When we were done we cleaned up, and as planned, Matt and I were out for another hour to do any finishing changes. We were ready to go to bed at about 8pm.

“Living room is yours,” he said as we walked back inside. “I’m going upstairs, seeya.”

“Alright,” I called back to him.

Their house was laid out to where the kitchen, dining room, and all of the essentials were downstairs including Mallory’s bedroom and two bathrooms. Their parents’ room, Matt’s room, and two more bathrooms were upstairs.

*No funny business,* I thought to myself. I turned the lights out and lied on the couch. Matt and his mom had gone to sleep, and Mallory, well, probably.

That’s what I thought, anyways.

“What the fuck is up with you?” I heard a whisper next to the couch. I opened my eyes.

“What? Who are you? Demon?”

“You know who I am,” Mallory answered, punching my chest. “See me now?”

“What do you want?” I whispered back.

“What’s up? Why are you being so weird?”

I couldn’t answer. Instead I just stared back at her, with this goofy smile forming on my face. We held this trance for ten seconds before she moved forward, and we held a slow kiss yet again. I pulled away after coming to my senses.

“We gotta stop this shit,” I told her, rolling back over.

“You instigated that and you fucking know it,” she said, speaking to the back of my head. “You just gonna ignore me now?”

I didn’t answer. I knew we needed to stop, I knew she needed to walk away.

“Do you hate me now? Really?” Her voice sounded a little broken. “Don’t be like this please, let’s just talk.”

“We can’t fucking talk,” I grunted loud enough so the room could’ve heard.

“You’re an asshole, just like Matt,” she choked back. She stood up to leave, but then squatted back down.

“Connor please. Just talk to me.”

I rolled back over, angry, about to yell at her, but was stopped. Mallory was crying. Her eyes glistened, her cheeks ran with tears. It left me breathless. I used one hand to wipe the tears off her face, and I grabbed her shoulder with the other.

“I’m nervous, okay? I’m nervous around you. Maybe it’s because we had such a good time that night, it’s stupid. I still love you.”

She stared at me instead of speaking. She stopped crying, and we just forgot about time. I ran my fingers through her curly, brunette hair and still held her shoulder with the other hand. I wouldn’t admit it to myself but Mallory was beautiful. I slowly pulled her close to me.

“You’re not an asshole, sorry,” she whispered.

“I know.”

We kissed, again. Slowly and passionately, quiet as to not make noise. This time I didn’t pull away so quickly. Mallory even lied on top of me and we started making out again. I caught myself, and pulled my tongue apart from her lips.

“What are we doing?” I whispered.

“Shut up and keep kissing me,” she answered. I leaned back in, before she stopped me. “Wait.”

“What now?” I said. She got off me and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go to my room, you’re sleeping with me again.”

I didn’t move at first, but then I got up and let her guide me. Once we snuck inside and she closed the door she took off her night shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her boobs popped out to see me again.

“Are you sure-“ before I could finish, she had leaned in to kiss me again. I tasted her lips as her breasts pushed against my shirt. We exchanged tongues, and we guided each other over to the bed in pitch darkness. We sat and continued making out for several minutes.

“We’re not doing anything tonight, just sleeping,” I told her once we finally stopped to breathe.

“Okay, your loss,” she said, reaching down to grab her shirt. I stoped her. “No, leave them out. I like to cuddle with them.” She smiled.

“We’ll wake up at 4am so you can go back in there before mom gets up,” she said. We cuddled in her bed, talking in the darkness.

“Promise not to hate me?” She whispered.

“What for?”

“I keep wanting to kiss you now. I couldn’t stop thinking about that night.”

“I can’t hate your for that, I’m doing the same thing.”

“No, I mean…”

“You mean what?”

She turned to level with me face, her eyes pleading.

“I think I might be falling in love with you.”

I didn’t answer. I stared back at her before she snuggled back into my chest.

“Don’t do that,” I finally answered. “You know that’s stupid.”

“I can’t help it. Especially since we keep kissing, and now we’re sleeping together again.”

“Fucking shit, I know. Fuck.”

We lied there in silence for a few moments.

“Hey Mallory?”

“Yeah?”

“Look at me.”

She lifted her head again to see mine. I kissed her again. I gave her a long, hot kiss. She responded by doing the same.

“Goodnight,” I said, holding her close.

“Goodnight.”

Similar to what happened at the party, Mallory woke me up the next morning. This time, however, I wasn’t letting her blow me. Mallory set her alarm for 4am, considering her mom would be downstairs at 5am. Instead of getting out of the bed, however, I cuddled her against my chest.

“What happened to us?” I whispered.

“I like this,” she replied. “It’s definitely different and kind of weird, but you’re hot. I admit it. I’ve fantasized about that night so much.”

“Sure, so have I, but that’s just lust right? We admire each other sexually.”

“I would say that, but…” she lifted her head, making eye contact with me. “Every time I see you, I want to kiss you.” I stared into her eyes as she said this. Close up like this, she really was so beautiful. I placed a palm on her neck.

“You’re beautiful,” I told her. “It’s something I’ve been noticing recently. I think that’s why I keep wanting to kiss you.”

Mallory couldn’t help but giggle and make fun of me. “You’re such a kiss ass, dude,” she taunted me. I rolled my eyes, annoyed.

“But it’s cute,” she whispered, bringing my lips to hers. We kissed for a few minutes, and I loss track of time. Eventually I flipped her over so that we were spooning, and I reached my arms around her to squeeze her boobs. While fondling them, I bit against her ear and gave her more hickeys on her neck.

“How do you expect me to keep covering those,” she moaned, loving how much pleasure I was giving her.

“You figure it out,” I told her.

“That’s not fair at all, you dick.”

I stopped, and got on top of her. I brought her lips back to mine, still fondling her breasts. I looked up for a second, and saw that we had passed 40 minutes.

“Fuck, I gotta go in there,” I panicked, getting out of the bed.

“Wait, just a sec,” Mallory called out to me. I turned around, and she leaned on her knees against the edge of the bed to kiss me one last time. I held her against me for another minute. “Give me your number,” she demanded as we let go. I did, and I finally left.

I woke up hours later to Matt. Mallory was sleeping in and his mom was at work, his dad being back later tonight. “Figured I’d wake you up,” he grunted, looking for his wallet. “I’m gonna go to the store then come back, so I figured you might want to go ahead and leave.”

I agreed. He shuffled around the room and I contemplated it, though. I came up with a solid excuse for how I could see Mallory a little bit more before I left.

“Can I stay behind?” I asked him. “To get a little more sleep, it’s lousy at my place in the day. Just wake me when you get back?”

“Uh, sure,” he responded. He thought it was an odd request, but didn’t question it. Once he left and his vehicle was out of the driveway I walked to Mallory’s door and slowly creaked it open.

Mallory was asleep. Her shirt was still off, however. The sheet was at her waist, exposing her breasts to me. Instead of waking her, I just stared, my dick getting hard.

*Don’t do anything stupid,* I told myself. *You already keep fucking it up by making out with her.*

But here she was, asleep. If I were to pull my cock out and start jerking off to her she wouldn’t know. My horny mind decided I would take my chances.

I lifted my erect, 8 inch dick out of my pants. I took in hand, and began stroking. To make this even more exciting I did it above her face. Something about my breathing or the motion may have woken her up, however, as she opened her eyes to see me. I stopped like a deer in headlights.

Mallory giggled unexpectedly. She took my dick in hand, opened her mouth, and took it in her throat again. I didn’t have the room or the consent to tell her no, it just happened. Still, I didn’t move and just watched her bob up and down on me. I managed to speak some words.

“Your brother will be back soon, make it fast.”

She took my dick out of her mouth. “Fine, just kiss me before you leave.”

And she gave me head for a few minutes. I stood next to Mallory’s bed, and watched her 18 year old tits jiggle as she took my erection in and out of her mouth, puffing her cheeks and making her face red. It was all so wrong but so hot, I never wanted it to end. When I got close to ejaculation I face fucked her to finish. She never objected, she wanted it all. Once I was done, I kissed her forehead.

“I’m not kissing your lips after my dick was just all over them,” I said. “Sorry.”

“I figured not,” she said. “Now get out of here before he gets inside, I’ll text you.”

I stood up to put my pants back on. “Promise me I’ll get to kiss you again, that we can cuddle.”

“I don’t know,” I told her, approaching the door. She sighed.

“It’s wrong, but I just…”

“Yes?”

“There’s something about you that keeps driving me to do shit like this with you. I want to keep kissing you, I want to take you home and fuck you.”

To my now expectation she laughed at me again. I laughed with her. I grabbed the door knob, and turned it.

“I think I might fall in love with you too,” I told her. She smiled, it was music to her ears.

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