章 113: A Strenuous Situation (Worm)
A/N: A Strenuous Situation was a commissioned two-shot originally written from November to December of 2018. Posting it up now as a one-shot for people to enjoy!
Themes: F/F, Masturbation, Sex Toys
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Laying in a bed not her own, Victoria Dallon stares up at the ceiling, her face bright red as she's serenaded with what are, by now, very familiar sounds indeed.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
They were going at it again, and damn it all if the interior walls of this apartment weren't VERY thin… it was seriously ridiculous. It wasn't like she wanted to l-listen to her own sister having sex! But Taylor and Amy were… well, certainly enthusiastic to say the least. It was just… ugh, they were getting louder! Grabbing her pillow, Vicky drags it over her face and screams into it. It doesn't do much to drown out the thumping, or the muffled noises she can hear coming from both girls on the other side of the wall, but at the very least, it does make her feel a little better.
This had been going on for days now, and one might question why Vicky was staying in the spare bedroom of her sister and her sister's girlfriend's apartment in the first place. Well, that was largely because of the latest catastrophe to strike the bay. Long story short, Vicky's childhood home had been completely demolished and the Dallons had ultimately been rendered homeless.
While they COULD have then rented a hotel, Vicky's mom was notoriously stingy when it came to money, and in the end, Sarah Pelham, Carol's sister and Vicky's aunt had happily suggested they lodge at the Pelham residence until things could be put right. Only problem was, there really wasn't enough room for Vicky. Oh sure, they tried to make it work anyways, but there's only so many nights you can sleep on the couch before you start looking for other options.
The fight that had broken out between her and her mom after Amy had offered to let Vicky stay in HER spare bedroom and Vicky had ultimately decided to take her up on it had been… pretty spectacular, now that Vicky could look back on it from hindsight. Needless to say, Carol was NOT impressed with the idea, but then, one had to go a little further back to understand why.
Put bluntly, Amy had moved out of the Dallon Home YEARS before, and Carol had never been happy about it. She'd always taken it as some sort of insult to her parenting or something… which to be fair, given how Amy left, was probably accurate. Sweet, mousy Amy had been anything BUT mousy that day when she'd told their mother to her face how Carol had failed her. Vicky had stood to the side shocked, unable to truly figure out what to say or do to fix things.
It was only after the fact with some time to actually think about it that the blonde had realized there was no fixing this. Amy and Carol had never truly gotten along, and in hindsight, Vicky could acknowledge that Amy was right about one thing. Their mother had never truly treated Amy like her daughter, not in the same way she did Vicky. The relationship that Vicky had had with her mother growing up had been so much better than what Amy and Carol shared that it wasn't even funny.
… But it was still hard. She loved them both, how could she not? One was the sister she'd grown up with, even if they weren't related by blood, and the other was the mother who had supported her in every endeavor, every venture she'd taken up throughout her life. They were estranged and the divide between the two of them was too far for Vicky to bridge by herself, but she still couldn't help but keep one foot on either side of the gully, trying to make them both happy, trying to maintain her relationships with both her mother and her adoptive sister.
In the end though, she'd had a blow-out argument with Carol just like Amy had, and now here she was five days into living with Amy and Taylor… her mother had yet to contact her, had yet to so much as text or call her. Vicky had decided day one that she would not be the first to reach out. It would be up to Carol to try and reconcile, because Vicky knew she hadn't done anything wrong by accepting her sister's invitation. It was a bad situation all around, but her mother had to realize SHE'D been the one in the wrong, or they just wouldn't be able to make it work.
Of course, the problem with that was, while Vicky knew she was in the right and it was her mother who owed her the apology, she was also having to deal with some… ugh, did they NEVER shut up?!
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!"
Sounded like Taylor was reaching her zenith right around then. Amy's moans were certainly getting louder through the wall, even as she egged her girlfriend on to do it harder, to fuck her faster. Shit… Taylor was a whole other can of worms, really. Honestly, she wasn't a bad girl, no matter what Carol might have said.
Vicky's mom hated Taylor Hebert by association, simply because the lanky, dark-haired girl had been what finally made Amy realize how much she hated living in the Dallon Household. The two of them had hit it off at the hospital, as a point of order… right after Taylor's dad had passed away. Her mom had died years before even that, and the young woman was left without pretty much anyone.
She really didn't know the concrete details, if she was being honest. That part of her sister's life had been relatively secretive, and to this day, Amy hadn't really filled in the blanks. Vicky knew some of what was going on, and she could certainly remember when Taylor had started showing up more and more. But it was also punctuated by Amy being gone more and more, until finally the day came when Taylor got her own apartment and Amy decided to move in with her.
To be fair, it helped that Taylor had powers. The girl had this wild ability to control bugs, something Vicky admittedly hadn't though much of at first… but then she'd seen Taylor in action as her cape persona, Weaver. The way that she'd brought down the entirety of the Undersiders during a failed bank robbery with pretty much nothing but her swarm had been both amazing and terrifying in equal measure.
At the end of the day, both Taylor and Amy were… adults now, as was Vicky. They could make their own choices, and they had. But damn if they didn't have an active sex life! Vicky wouldn't even believe it if she hadn't done some snooping, but a day ago she'd went into their room while they were out… and she'd found it. The strap-on.
Honestly, part of her had wondered if Amy was doing something with her powers to help Taylor fuck her that hard, but no. No special power usage, nothing so weird… just a normal sex toy strapped around her waist that the lanky girl used to pound Vicky's sister silly every single night. Even now, she could hear it through the wall, though not as heavy as before.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Letting out a growl, Vicky finally gives up on holding back. Her pillow goes back under her head, and her hand goes down the length of her body and between her legs. She's biting her lip as she does it, feeling a little disgusted in herself but a whole lot hornier. Her fingers push into her wet folds, and the blonde heroine moans as she begins to piston her digits in and out of her cunt.
For a moment, she thinks she hears silence on the other side of the wall, and Vicky in turn stops. But the thumping is there a moment later, and she blushes deeply as she continues to finger herself, matching the rhythm with which Taylor is fucking Amy from behind, that strap-on pushing deep into the mousy brunette's fold. It wasn't anything to scoff at either! Bigger than Dean's dick for certain, the strap-on Vicky had found during her snooping was… well, it'd certainly raised her eyebrows and not just because it was what it was. That size was certainly something.
But Amy seemed to enjoy it, if her moans were anything to go off of. They were getting louder and louder, and Vicky's throaty voice was building with them the more she pistoned her fingers in and out of her cunt. First one, then two, then three… she drove the digits into her depths again and again, trying to get satisfaction, trying to keep matching the tempo she can hear coming through the wall.
Belatedly, just as she crests her peak, Vicky manages to get her other hand to unclench from the sheets in her fist and slap against her mouth. The ensuing shriek as she climaxes HARD right then and there is mostly muffled by her palm as her eyes roll back in her head for a moment and she whites out from the pleasure. When she comes back to herself, the thumping is still sounding off through the wall, and Vicky finds herself slowly beginning to slide her fingers in and out of her now-sopping wet pussy once more.
Just… just a little while longer. Surely they wouldn't last forever, and what was a few orgasms received from masturbating to the sound of one's sister having hot, lesbian sex, right?
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Leaning over Amy, Taylor bites at her girlfriend's earlobe, even as her hands wrap around the mousy brunette's front and grope and squeeze her tits. Amy's responding moan is loud, even as she clings to the headboard of the bed, but not quite loud enough that they can't hear Vicky's own moans through the thin interior wall of the apartment.
Their clothes are discarded all over the floor at the foot of the bed, and they're both very naked by this point, save for the strap-on harnessed around Taylor's hips. This moment, the moment that Vicky finally caves, is the moment they've been waiting for, for a while now.
The strap-on Taylor is wielding goes in and out of Amy's cunt as she fucks the love of her life with all her might, having been doing so for a good half hour now. Amy is bright red, flushed with need and covered in sweat as she arches her back, thoroughly enjoying everything Taylor has to offer. Grinning a little, Taylor uses some of her ladybugs to form a message on the wall before Amy's head, knowing that the other woman will see it soon enough.
Hear that? Your sister's finally started to join the fun.
Amy fixates on the message, her moans growing throatier, and her hips bouncing back into Taylor's as the lanky dark-haired young woman continues to use the fake cock on Amy's cunt to great effect. In all honesty, Taylor had been a little surprised when Amy first confessed her secret crush on Vicky to her. But… well, she'd grown a lot in these last few years.
It didn't change anything between the two of them, no matter what anyone else might have said. Amy had already told her that she'd been in love with Vicky for a long, LONG time, and that still hadn't stopped her from choosing Taylor when it really came down to it. That said, she also didn't mind the idea of a threesome. Was that wrong? Taylor didn't think so, and once she'd prodded Amy, she'd managed to convince the mousy brunette that there was nothing wrong with it either.
After all, it wasn't as if Amy and Vicky were related by blood. Sure, they'd grown up together, but that didn't mean it was incest… or, if Vicky was into that sort of roleplay, then Taylor was perfectly willing to pretend it was incest! Regardless, what mattered was convincing Vicky to… well, to eventually hop into bed with the two of them.
What great plan had Taylor and Amy come up with in order to persuade Vicky in that direction? Why… heavy, rough sex every single night of course! It wasn't like they were USUALLY this active. Oh sure, they made out constantly and they certainly had some nookie each night, but the strap-on definitely didn't always play a role in their bedtime activities. Not until Vicky started staying in the spare room and their concocted plan required the most noise they could possibly muster.
Now here Taylor was, once again fucking Amy from behind as she clung to the headboard of the bed, each thrust sending the entire bed forward into the wall that Vicky's room shared with theirs. And past Amy's moans and Taylor's grunts, both of them could distinctively hear Vicky's moans as well, though the blonde did her best to muffle her cries and her shrieks.
It was very obvious what was happening… and very clear that they had to keep going if they were going to get Vicky into bed with them. Rearranging the ladybugs on the wall, Taylor pulls Amy's head up by her hair as she continues to drive her cock deep into the mousy brunette's well-fucked cunt.
Get louder.
Amy's throaty cries soon do just that, getting louder and louder as Taylor grins wickedly. It was only a matter of time now…
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Moaning, Vicky pushes her fingers in and out of her cunt, back and forth, back and forth, trying to match the rhythmic thumping that she can hear even now through the wall behind her head. Her eyes closed and her lips open, the blonde bombshell moans wantonly as she continues to slam three soaking wet digits in and out of her cunt.
But… it's just not enough. It's been about a week since Vicky gave in to her desires and began to masturbate to the sound of her sister and her sister's girlfriend going at it every night. And yeah, she was still a little disgusted with herself over that, but at the same time, it was… well, fuck it, right? She would always love Amy, but it's not like they were related by blood, so it was okay, yeah?
A-And if they didn't want Vicky to hear, they shouldn't be so loud, d-damn it! Of course, at the same time, Vicky's starting to think she might want more. Sound was cool and all, but visuals… Vicky cuts off a moan as she bites her lower lip, pulling her fingers out of her cunt with a growl. Then, she sits up in her bed, staring at the door to her room, trying to decide if she's ACTUALLY about to do what she's thinking about doing.
The mental image of Taylor and Amy going at it in her mind's eye is enough to see her getting up and sneaking across the floor of her room and out into the hallway. Taylor and Amy are still going at it full-bore, and honestly, Vicky is beginning to wonder how they manage not to get noise complaints from the neighbors. The blonde is well aware that inner apartment walls are thinner than the walls and floors between units, but still, this is just… ridiculous.
Whatever. She doesn't care, all she wants is a good look at what's going on. So, being as sneaky as possible, which involves floating an inch off the ground, Vicky creeps over to the door that leads into Taylor and Amy's bedroom. And then… she opens it. Not all the way of course, she's not an idiot. And not fast either. Slowly, Vicky turns the knob as quietly as she can, and then she just opens the door a crack.
At the same time that she peers through into the room beyond, Vicky also slowly sets down on the carpeted hallway. She knows she won't be able to concentrate on floating AND fingering herself after all. Which is what she's about to do. Yep, there's no denying it now. As much as she might want to, Vicky knows what she's here for. And now that she's seeing it happen, now that she's watching Taylor rail into Amy from behind with a massive strap-on… Vicky's fingers slide between her slick, sticky thighs and back to her drooling quim, and she bites her lower lip all the harder as she starts to piston her digits in and out of her cunt.
The best part is, Vicky can see everything. Taylor and Amy's bed is up against the wall next to Vicky's room after all, just like Vicky's bed is up against the wall to theirs. That means, through the door crack, Vicky can see a nice, side-profile of Taylor and Amy's naked bodies as the former fucks the latter HARD from behind.
Huh, she never would have taken Amy for a doggystyle kind of girl, but the more she watches and the more she thinks about it, the sounds she's been hearing so regularly night after night WOULD have to be from the doggystyle position. Fuck, it was so hot. Ugghh, Vicky knew she shouldn't be watching, but she was. She was watching, and as Taylor reached out, grabbed Amy by the hair, and began to fuck her harder still, Vicky made sure to speed up her own digits in and out of her sloppy, sopping wet pussy lips as well.
In the end, Amy bites down on a pillow as she cries out, orgasming HARD around the massive fake prick buried in her cunt. Vicky watches from the crack in the door as her adoptive sister's entire body spasms and seems to seize up before shaking violently all the way through the powerful, explosive climax. The sight of it is too much, and Vicky nearly falls to her knees as she cums at the same time, her pussy juices squirting out around her fingers.
Nearly… but not quite. The blonde bombshell manages to keep herself upright, even as Taylor leans over Amy, both of them panting heavily by this point. Slowly, Vicky pulls the door closed again before either of them can look in her direction, and floating back into the air, she flees down the hallway and into her room as fast as she can.
Only once she's back in bed beneath the covers does her rapidly beating heart begin to calm even a little bit. Her inner thighs rubs together, and Vicky blushes crimson as she stares up at the ceiling of her room. But… god, that was everything she'd been wanting. It was also the most shameful, embarrassing thing she'd ever done. Still, it wasn't like they or anyone else knew, right? It wasn't… she wouldn't be caught. Everything would be fine.
Of course, what Vicky didn't realize was that she'd sprayed pussy juices all over the door jam. It was very noticeable, and it escaped neither Taylor nor Amy's notice. But that was okay by them, because in the end, it just told them what they both already knew… Vicky was getting closer and closer to finally being ready for the next step.
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Vicky frowns slightly as she stares through the door crack a few nights later. She's matching Taylor's pace as the lanky brunette fucks Amy from behind, fingering her own cunt in time with Taylor's strap-on pushing into Amy nice and deep. But… there's something off tonight. It's like Taylor's heart isn't in it. Amy is still moaning, sure, but the pace is a lot slower, and Taylor has a frown on her face, from what Vicky can see from her current hiding place.
Had something happened during the day? Was Taylor upset about something? Slowing down briefly, Taylor seems to pause. Vicky pauses too, and even finds herself holding her breath. Of course, she doesn't fully freeze up like a dear caught in the headlights until Taylor suddenly turns and makes eye contact with her right through the crack in the door.
"Vicky, either get in here or go back to your room. One way or another, close the damn door. I'm tired of wiping down the wall every morning!"
Vicky jolts, stunned by Taylor's words. T-The… the wall? Her eyes drift to the door jam, and though she hasn't reached a full-on squirting orgasm yet, there are already droplets of liquid from her ministrations splattering it and glistening in the dim light of the hallway. She can only imagine what it would look like AFTER she came.
The blonde's mouth opens and closes like a gold fish a few times, until finally Taylor's voice hits her hears again, loud and sharp.
"Vicky!"
And like that, Vicky finds herself inside of Taylor and Amy's room, the door closed behind her and her entire naked body on display. As she does so, she finds herself staring at the two other girls. Amy has fallen on her back and doesn't seem at all shocked by Vicky's presence. If anything, the mousy brunette is smiling as she eagerly begins to play with herself.
Taylor, meanwhile, is already off their bed and stalking over to Vicky as the blonde finds herself pressed up against the door. Despite all of her power, despite normally being quite brash and bold, Vicky is so completely out of her element here that she just finds herself stuttering and stammering at Taylor, right up until the equally naked, slightly taller girl wraps a hand around the back of Vicky's head, grips a fistful of her hair, and draws her into a very, VERY heated kissed.
The passionate tonguing that Taylor gives Vicky's mouth melts the blonde in record time, but it also ends before she can even realize what's happening, as the taller girl, with the strap-on still attached to her crotch, gives Vicky's naked rump a nice, firm swat. Vicky yelps, even as she stumbles forward a step, right in the direction of the bed where Amy is even now touching herself, both her chest and her clit, to the sight of this.
"Go on then. You want in, or don't you? Your sister has been waiting for you to grow some balls…"
Vicky scowls a little at that, but Taylor just grins and gives her another swat on the ass, sending her forward another step. And then another, and another. Through a series of spankings and yelps that Vicky simply isn't prepared to deal with (and her power refuses to deal with, apparently), she finds herself pressed up against the side of the bed, mere inches away from Amy's toes, and mere feet away from her sister's pussy lips.
Amy just gives Vicky a knowing smile and spreads her legs wide and invitingly. Taylor, meanwhile, gives Vicky the physical push that the blonde needs to fall forward onto the bed. Vicky ends up on her hands and knees in short order, and as she stares down at Amy, Taylor continues to play the aggressor, the 'bad cop' to Amy's 'good cop' if that even made sense. Grabbing a fistful of Vicky's hair, Taylor pushes the blonde's head down into Amy's crotch, rubbing her face all over Amy's cunt while speaking rather cavalierly about the whole situation.
"You know why your power isn't fighting me right now, Vicky? Its because deep down, you want this. You want all of this. So why don't you just give your sister the cunt-licking she deserves, yeah?"
… That made an awful lot of sense. So that's what Vicky does. Even if she should be ashamed, even if she should be embarrassed, and even if she IS both of those things in some small way, she's much more aroused than anything else. So, Vicky begins to lick and lap at Amy's already-wet pussy lips, licking at them and bumping her nose against her adoptive sister's clit. As she looks up the length of Amy's body, she gets to watch the mousy brunette moan and arch her back.
Amy's hands replace Taylor's after a moment, and Vicky finds herself being pulled down all the harder as Amy laces her fingers through her sister's blonde locks and GRIPS down. At the same time, Taylor, now free to do as she like, grabs hold of Vicky's buttocks with both of HER hands and leans in to begin eating the blonde out as well. At the same time, she gropes and squeezes and kneads Vicky's sensitive behind, leaving the blonde bombshell spending just as much time moaning into Amy's cunt as she does licking and eating it out.
Of course, Taylor doesn't spend long lapping at Vicky's pussy. After just a few moments, the lanky, taller girl pulls back and lets out a derisive snort as she steps forward and brings her fake prick to bear on Vicky's cunt.
"Should have known you wouldn't need the foreplay… this is all you really want, isn't it you little blonde slut?"
Of course, Vicky doesn't get a chance to respond to that accusation. Not only is Amy continuing to grind her sister's face into her cunt, Taylor follows up words with action, spanking Vicky's reddened derriere one more time for good measure before fitting the cockhead of her lubed-up strap-on against Vicky's drooling pussy lips and thrusting in.
A muffled cry escapes Vicky as Taylor begins to fuck her from behind. Her eyes go crossed from the pleasure, and she moans loudly and lewdly into Amy's cunt as her body shakes and shivers its way through an immediately orgasm. This was it, this was what she wanted. This was what she'd been hoping for. This was what her fingers couldn't compare to, what neither sound nor sight had truly prepared her for. The physical action of taking the same cock that her sister had taken into her night after night, in the same position…
It was enough to drive Vicky wild. She's soon eating Amy out again, slurping and sucking and lapping at the other girl's cunt. But it's hard to keep her focus on that when Taylor is so deep inside of her, when she's burying the entire strap-on inside of Vicky's quim again and again. At least, that's what it feels like. Until Taylor pulls back and then thrusts in all the deeper, finally hitting the cervix, the entrance to Vicky's womb with all due might.
Vicky's eyes roll back in her head there, and she squeals like a stuck pig into Amy's mound, gurgling a little as her tongue lashes around wildly. This was definitely more than she truly expected, definitely more than she ever thought possible. And it didn't stop there either. It would have, if it'd been Dean fucking her instead of Taylor. Vicky has no doubt that, given how tightly she is currently gripping the strap-on with her cunt, Dean would be cumming in this moment.
But Taylor's cock, while nice and thick, is not a real one. Taylor keeps going, and she doesn't stop until Vicky and Amy have both cum more times than the blonde can count. Only when Vicky has been pushed up the length of Amy's body and is moaning into the mousy brunette's neck while Amy wraps her arms around her does Taylor finally slow down.
Only when they're all three of them exhausted beyond belief does the strap-on go away. But Vicky doesn't have to. She's not banished from their bed, even after the fun is done. Instead, the blonde finds herself sandwiched between Taylor and Amy as the two girls drift off to sleep on either side of her. And Vicky? Vicky doesn't see anything wrong with that at all.
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