Previous Parts: Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here

Please note, all other referenced characters are 18

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“April, what are you doing here?”

Andy’s voice froze April to the spot, her hand still on the doorknob – ready to flee from her sister’s room and the shame of having to turn and face the man she’d just been perving on from her hiding place.

Her every impulse was to bolt out of there; barricade herself up in mom and dad’s room and hope to God Andy was too embarrassed to tell Caitlyn… But her feet wouldn’t move. Her body was betraying her; still on fire, aftershocks of her orgasm pulsing ever so gently, drawing her back to what she still ached for.

Andy’s perfect, thick cock…

Well, if she wasn’t running, then she’d sure as shit better stand her ground. April’s face burned as she turned to face him, but she kept her chin up and shoulders back – attack is the best form of defence, she was sure she’d read somewhere.

“What am I doing?” She countered his challenge. “Well in case you haven’t noticed mister, I’m the one that lives here!” Her voice sounded a little hoarse, but strong... He looked suitably shaken, pants pulled up, but still unbuttoned – April had to quickly remind herself not to look down at that while she was trying to keep the high ground… “And what the fuck are you doing jacking to pictures of me on your phone, anyway? You… you, perv!”

OK, so not quite so smooth at the end there... But April felt she at least had him on the back foot now.

Andy groaned and sat back on the bed, putting his head in his hands.

“God, what a mess… I fucking knew this would backfire – I fucking knew it! Why did I let her talk me into this?” He sounded dejected, but hurt too.

Despite her frustration, April felt a little stab of sympathy – or was that guilt? After all, she’d been getting off looking at him too… Although she desperately hoped he hadn’t worked that out yet.

Wait, what did he mean ‘talk him into this’?

“Andy, what on Earth are you talking about – aren’t you meant to be on a construction site somewhere?” She asked, tone softer.

“She promised me you’d be away.”

April groaned internally – surely not… “The college trip?”

He nodded and looked up, flicking hair out of his eyes where it had fallen forward. Something south of her belly button twisted with an abrupt longing and she pressed her thighs together in an attempt to subdue the surge down there. Had he always been this hot?

April cleared her throat, trying to regain some control.

“I cancelled that weeks ago, you idiot - as soon as that new COVID variant started making everyone jumpy again. I didn’t tell mom because… well, because I didn’t want them to get worried about taking their holiday - ” She paused. “Wait, don’t tell me Caitlyn thought it was still happening?”

Andy was looking directly at her now. His eyes going wide when he took in what she was wearing… or rather, not wearing. She felt her face burn with embarrassment at just how little of her was covered, but resisted the urge to tug the little silk robe down from where it rested mid-thigh.

As he started to look around the room though, she could see Andy start to piece things together in his mind.

He stood and faced her properly, “So this…,” He pointed at the lingerie on the bed, “This was all you?… Caitlyn didn’t set this up for me, did she?…” He didn’t wait for an answer, walking over to the closet. Her breath caught as he leaned in and picked up the discarded pussy pump.

“Hey!” She yelled at him, desperate to distract him... “Hey – I don’t have to explain myself to you! In fact, I think I’m the one that’s owed an explanation – well, me and my sister at any rate. How do you think it’s gonna go when I tell her about those pictures you’ve got of me!?”

He held his hands up to try and placate her, “OK, OK… You’re right - of course you’re right, but you should know… Caitlyn’s well aware of the photos… She sent me most of them.”

April felt her head spin as the blood drained from her face.

What. The. Fuck.

Pained, Andy looked at her open mouthed shock and continued. “I’m not sure how much you know… or don’t know, so I’m just gonna tell you the whole thing, OK?”

April nodded, dumbstruck – leaning against the door to support herself, knees wobbly even before this latest revelation. Andy looked concerned, lips parting slightly while he watched her slide a few inches down the door before catching herself, but he continued anyway.

“When we moved in here…  Well, I’m sure you noticed - things got pretty rocky between your sister and me. We tried the usual stuff, but then Caitlyn suggested one of the ways we could keep the flame alive was if we saw other people. You know, like an open relationship sort of thing?”

April knew what he was on about but was struggling to believe it. Her sister, in an open relationship?

Andy took her stunned silence as a sign he should explain. “A lot of couples are trying it now – at least that’s what she told me anyway. And look… at first, I thought it was great. Best of both worlds, right? I mean, neither of us is a jealous person and it just seemed to make sense. For a while it was fine, until I realised just how much attention she was getting – like, so many dudes.”

While he paused, April tried to get her head around the thought of her sister sleeping around. It wasn’t anything she’d judge her for, just… Wow. She walked over to the chest of drawers, trying to say it out loud to make sense of it before she leaned back against the dark wood.

“Caitlyn – my sister, sleeping with loads of guys. Really?”

Andy seemed taken aback at her disbelief and nodded with conviction, weirdly invested in her understanding this point. “Yeah, and look, I’m not gonna lie – I had some fun too, but… it started to get to me. Things got pretty dark and…. Look, I felt bad for wanting her to stop – she was loving it and I blamed myself. Anyway, we sort of had it out after Spring Break when I felt so terrible about everything, I couldn’t… um, you know… Perform...”

He blushed, April raising her eyebrows. Recalling what she’d seen him working with earlier, he certainly seemed to have overcome that particular problem…

April vaguely remembered the fight – she’d put her ear pods in to try and drown the two of them out where the noise of their shouting came through the wall; she’d thought it had just been a symptom of everyone cooped up together.

Andy dropped his eyes, maybe out of embarrassment. “So, she’s screaming at me - all these things about how it’s ‘cause she ‘doesn’t do it for me’ or some bullshit and then, before I know it, she’s bringing you into it, saying she bet I wished she had big err..  breasts like you and err.. other parts.”

April rolled her eyes, knowing he was trying to put it delicately but well aware how pointed Caitlyn’s comments could be when describing her appearance.

Andy swallowed and looked back up at her face, eyes meeting hers while he carried on.

“We patched it up that night, but that’s when I started to look at you – I mean really see you. And… then it was, like… you were all I could see. I couldn’t help myself – any excuse to be here in the house, or out in the yard when you were around. I lived for seeing your smile, or the sun on your hair. April – I’m not kidding… I’m crazy about you.”

As he spoke, she held his gaze confidently, but could feel herself melting with every word. His eyes blazed with smoky lust and she slowly came to realize that his concerned stare earlier had been anything but the look of worry she’d taken it for.

Instead, he’d been feasting on the sight of her bare skin where the robe barely covered her – riding further up her legs when she slid against the door. The ache between her thighs returned with vengeance, and she wanted him to take her then and there.

April crossed her arms, feeling her nipples stiffen under the thin bra and thin robe. She wanted so badly to feel him against her skin… But she held back.

Caitlyn’s kinky side was a surprise, but no excuse for April to give in. This was still her sister’s boyfriend, after all.

April cleared her throat, “That still doesn’t explain what you said about the photos…”

“Yeah, I… Yeah…”

Andy took a deep breath, looking pained once more, even though his eyes still burned with desire.

“When I got my mojo back, Caitlyn wanted to know what had changed – I gave her the run around for a bit, but eventually she caught me looking at a picture I’d taken of you sunbathing. I thought she would lose her shit, and she did, kind of... But… well, then she got weirdly into it and… It all got a bit intense.”

“What do you mean, intense?”, April asked, frowning - unsure if she liked where this was going.

Andy tried a cheeky smile, clearly trying to lighten the mood. April felt her knees go weak, briefly lost in the playful look in his eyes, but she valiantly maintained her composure.

He got up, walking over; her pulse rising as he stepped nearer. Blood pounded through her still swollen tenderness – the effects of the pussy pump still pronounced, a wonderful pressure all through her puffy lips and fat clit. What would she do if he touched her? Should she let him?...

Andy looked sheepish as he came over, “Well, the photos you already know about – she was sending them to me all the time until I told her to lay off. But that’s when she went a bit further…”

He was so close to her now, reaching towards her shoulder.

Her body ached for his touch, for him to just brush her with some part of his skin. He smelled so good this close, downy bare chest earthy and warm. Her fingers twitched where she had her arms firmly crossed. She’d never in her life wanted to touch him until today, but now that thought was an obsession.

When he lifted his arm, April thought for one glorious moment he might cup her face in his hand and kiss her, raising her chin in anticipation… Only to let out a little silent sigh of frustrated longing when he instead reached behind her for a box that lay on top of the drawers.

Pulling his hand back, he showed her what was inside, a dark auburn wig, same colour, same length as her hair, shining with the golden light in the room. “You found most of her toys and things, but you missed this…”

He seemed almost sad as he backed away from her and sat back on the bed, eyes lowered, turning the wig over in his hands.

“The first couple of times it was kinda hot. Then it just made me realise how bad I wanted it to be you… Really you.” He tenderly laid the hairpiece to one side and leaned forward, hands clasped as if in prayer before her lifted his head to look at her once more.

“That’s when I got in touch with my buddy out of state and took that job. Told Caitlyn I couldn’t be with her any longer.” Andy sighed, “She talked me into delaying my start. Told me about the house being empty until you were back from your trip. Caitlyn said…” He smiled sadly at the memory. “She said we ‘owed it to ourselves’ to go out with a bang. So, there you go – that was the plan. Screw each other senseless for two days and then call it quits – no hard feelings; part on good terms…” He trailed off, eyes moving across her as she listened.

“So, it's over? You’re really leaving?” April asked, taking half a step towards him, drawn to what she wanted…

“Yeah – I just… it wasn’t right to keep pretending.” He sighed, looking at her with a pained longing that was starting to mirror her own. “April, every time I’m with her… I’m imagining it’s you…” He laughed quietly, shaking his head.

“Even just saying it out loud… Look, I know how fucked up this must sound to you, but I swear, you were never meant to know about any of this – I was gone. Out of your life. That day I drove the truck off the drive, that was supposed to be it; last time I’d see you. But… fuck it, I’m done apologising for the way I feel. I can’t take my eyes off you – I’m so glad you’re here and I can see you one last time, especially looking like this. Christ, I don’t even feel I should ask you why you’re practically naked and using sex toys in your sister’s closet cause I’m afraid it’ll shock me awake. I mean, this has got to be the most surreal fucking dream, right?”

April could barely breathe now, bathing in the adoration in his eyes…

“You dream about me?” She managed to get out in a shaky whisper, heart racing.

Every part of her body was catching fire, each word he’d spoken bringing flashes of molten heat surging between her hips. She took another half step, uncrossing her arms and pushing her shoulders back, hard nipples evident under the this little robe that barely covered her huge tits. His eyes were on her body, the smoldering desire she saw in his stare growing hotter and hotter.

“April, you’re all I dream about.” He murmured in reply.

“Then tell me, is this how I look in your dreams?” April heard her voice waver as she finished her question. Every one of her defences had fallen – a torrent of desire now tearing through the last shreds of doubt and shame she had about the way she looked.

She needed to know… Needed to know what it was like to be in the arms of a man who wanted her more than any other woman.

She let the robe slip from her shoulders and pool on the floor - Andy’s eyes widening in surprise.

April watched his reaction - gaze falling from the fiery red hair tumbling about her shoulders, over her breasts, barely contained in the sheer peach bra and then down to her throbbing, engorged pussy. Open mouthed, he could only stare, erection bulging, straining at his briefs.

April didn’t let him speak, knowing the truth of his answer from his expression. She crossed the remaining space between them and lifted his face to kiss him. His groan of pleasure giving her goosebumps as their lips met and his hands slid around her hips to pull her close…

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We're nearly at the big finish for these two! I'm going to post the last part on Wednesday, so make sure you check back then for the spicy ending to this series. :)