“Get some clothes on,” I commanded. “Tasha will be back soon.”

I’d come home plenty of times to find Tasha half-naked and enjoying a post-sex cuddle, so there was a temptation to let her get a taste of her own medicine. Unfortunately I knew she wouldn’t be half as embarrassed about it as I was.

I slipped a bra on and threw shorts over the panties that were still dripping wet from multiple orgasms, and an almost continual state of arousal.

It was impossible to be around Barton without wanting him inside me. I guess I’d known that from the moment I’d first laid eyes on him, but I’d allowed my self-doubt to mask the deep arousal between my legs.

That self-doubt had been wiped away in one afternoon of hot, sweaty, dirty sex, that I still couldn’t quite believe I’d been a part of. ‘I was his dirty slut.’ Where had that come from? My previous boyfriend had uttered sweet words in my ear, and called me his princess. Apparently I preferred to be called a slut, and fucked like one from behind.

Tasha texted me to let me know she was on her way home with Clyde. I put a lot of thought into how Barton and I would act when she got home.

“No, don’t sit at the other end of the sofa,” I said. “That’ll look like we’re trying to hide something. Sit close and put your arm around me, but be a little awkward about it.”

“I don’t do awkward,” Barton insisted.

“Well, practice. Tasha already knows we’re messing around, but she doesn’t know we’ve had sex. I’d like to keep it that way for a little while.”

“Why? She’ll be pleased for you. I can’t imagine she’s overly judgy about these things.”

“She’ll keep me up all night asking questions. She’ll want every little detail.”

“I like to think none of the ‘details’ are all that little.”

Not even close. With all Tasha’s experience, I still doubted she’d had a man Barton’s size. No offense to Clyde, but Barton really was one of a kind in that department.

“I’ll be sure to flatter you when the time comes,” I said. “But not yet.”

“Alright, but I reckon she’ll figure it out. You look like you’ve been fucked seven ways from Sunday.”

“I want to try. That means you can’t look quite so smug.”

“This is how I look,” Barton exclaimed.

That was true enough. He pretty much always had the look of someone who’d just had sex; usually because he had.

“They’re here,” I said panicked, as I heard the key in the door. “Act normal.”

“I would have acted a lot more normal if you hadn’t made such a big deal about it.”

I grabbed his arm and threw it behind my head and pretended to have been watching the television the entire time.

“Evening,” Tasha said as she walked in hand-in-hand with Clyde.

“Hi guys. How was your evening?”

“Brilliant,” Clyde said. “We saw The Book of Mormon. Thanks for helping with the tickets, Barton.”

The two of them came and sat down in the living room with us, which immediately put me on edge. Usually Tasha went straight to her room when she came home with a date, but with Clyde, none of the normal rules applied. She snuggled up on his lap looking as happy and content as I felt.

“Who’s winning?” Tasha asked.

“Oh, I, uh….” I looked over at Barton who just returned a blank stare. Even before he’d flipped me over and fucked me like his little slut, he’d probably not been paying a lot of attention to the dancing. “Someone got all tens,” I said eventually.

“A perfect performance apparently,” Barton said. “You certainly seemed to enjoy it, didn’t you Kristi?”

“Yes,” I replied through gritted teeth. He wasn’t taking this seriously at all.

Tasha stared at me unnervingly for a few seconds and then looked back to Clyde. “Do you fancy a drink?” she asked.

“Sure,” Clyde responded. “What do you have?”

“What do we have to drink, Kristi?”

“We have everything you could possibly want,” I replied.

“We do?” Tasha asked.

“Yep. Unless you want something alcoholic, in which case we have nothing.”

“Oh. Clyde, be a darling and pop out to buy some wine will you?”

“Yes, dear,” Clyde said diligently.

Barton made a “whipped” sound, as Clyde stood up in response to Tasha’s request.

“Go with him, Barton,” Tasha said.

“I’m not quite as easily bossed around as Clyde,” Barton replied confidently. Tasha gave him a death stare that I knew was impossible to resist. Barton lasted five whole seconds before caving. Not bad for a first timer.

“Now who’s whipped?” I heard Clyde say to Barton. “At least I’m sleeping with her.”

“Hush up. I felt like some fresh air anyway.”

The door closed and for a few minutes Tasha and I didn’t speak. We watched a couple dance and get abused by the judges until a commercial break popped up.

“So,” Tasha said quizzically. “How was the sex?”

“What sex?” I asked innocently.

“The sex you and Barton had tonight. Please don’t insult my intelligence by denying it. Barton looks high as a kite, and you have a dreamy look in your eyes.”

“So just because Barton is happy and I’m tired, you assume we’ve had sex.”

“You’re hair’s also a mess, and I can tell you’ve been sweating. Do we have to do this? Why can’t you just admit that you had sex? There’s nothing wrong with it.”

I half sighed, half groaned in defeat. “Okay, fine. I just don’t want you to go getting all excited. We’re just having fun, but—”

My words were stifled as Tasha leapt over from her seat and threw her arms around me for a hug. “I’m so happy for you,” she said excitedly.

“Calm down, Tasha. We had sex; we didn’t get engaged.”

“You haven’t had sex in two years. I’m allowed to be happy for you. Come on, how was it?”

“It was fine,” I replied. The only words I could think of all sounded like they belonged in a cheesy fairytale. Except ‘orgasmic’ perhaps, but there was no way I was using that word with my sister.

“Fine?”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “Good.” Magical.

“Sex with Barton Fenner was just ‘good?’ ”

Unforgettable. The best experience of my life. “What do you want me to say?”

“I want details. How did it happen?”

“He stuck his penis in me, Tasha, how do you think it happened?”

“I meant, what happened before the sex? How did Barton unlock that chastity belt you’ve kept between your legs for the past two years.”

“He… well, he came over and said we were going to fuck. That’s about it. Does that make me sound a little easy?”

“I’ve fucked guys without exchanging a single word, so you’re not the sluttiest one in the family. So then what?”

“We went to the bedroom and… it happened.”

“How big is it?” Tasha asked. “I’ve heard rumors, and Clyde told me it’s infamous among the party girls.”

“I didn’t measure it,” I replied. “But yeah, it’s big.”

“That explains why you didn’t have a great time. You’ve not had a lot of sex, and I’m guessing your ex didn’t exactly measure up to Barton. You’ll have to get used to a cock that big before you can come.”

I really, really didn’t want to talk to my sister about my orgasms, but this conversation would get back to Barton through Clyde. It didn’t seem fair to leave out the most important details.

“I didn’t have any problems in that department,” I explained.

“You came?”

I nodded. “Three times.”

“Three times,” Tasha exclaimed. “I’ve never come three times during one fuck before. I’m jealous.”

“It wasn’t during one fuck. We squeezed two in.”

“Damn, sis, I’m impressed. We weren’t gone that long. I see you spent most of the time in the bedroom.”

“Actually we, uh, spent some time on the sofa too.”

“Oh, I’m so proud of you right….” Tasha trailed off. “Where on the sofa?”

I opened my mouth and closed it again, before slowly looking down to where she was sat.

“Guess I should have mentioned that.” Tasha stood up, being careful not to touch the cushions with her hands, and sat back down on the armchair. “I’ll bring a blanket out if it happens again.”

“It’s okay,” Tasha said. “I can’t be too judgmental. Not when I think about what Clyde and I have done on the kitchen table.”