Chapter 9: The Other Sister ll

Shower water impacting against a porcelain bathtub makes a lot of noise, especially through the thin walls of an old, creaking house like this. I'd heard exactly when the girls finished their shower, and by the time I worked up the gumption to go upstairs and try to talk to DJ, I figured they'd had plenty of time to get dressed...

... except that they hadn't gotten dressed. The bathroom light was still on, although the bathroom itself was now empty. The girls must've not dried off very well because there were still wet spots on the floor from their fading footprints that led into DJ's master bedroom. And the door to the bedroom itself had been pushed only halfway shut, leaving a wide gap through which I had a perfect view of their still-unclothed bodies as they writhed together on the king-size bed.

Dawn was on top of her little sister, cradling DJ's cheeks in her hands as they kissed with loud, wet smacking noises before moving over to suck on DJ's neck. Her sunny blonde hair, still damp and stringy, hung down in clumps around her face, ears, and neck. The girls had obviously come straight from the shower without benefit of a brush or even much of a towel-dry, as wet spots still dotted their creamy, naked skin. And as I watched from my vantage point in the hallway, DJ pressed her hands down on Dawn's shoulders, directing her big sister to kiss her way lower first into her lush 34DD breasts and then further down to the juncture of her thighs.

I figured that I should leave them alone. I knew as well as anyone the value of post-breakup sexual therapy, and it wasn't my place to interfere. But I'd come right up to the threshold of the doorway to get a better view, and once Dawn's tongue went to work in her little sister's box, DJ moaned, flopped her head over to the side, and opened her eyes to stare straight at me.

Like I said: the bathroom light was still on, and my body must've been silhouetted in the open doorway. DJ's mouth opened in an erotic gasp of both surprise at my presence and pleasure from Dawn's cunnilingus, and almost of its own accord her arm extended toward me and she curled her fingers into her palm in obvious invitation for me to enter.

I blinked in shock, but my feet obeyed the invitation. Pushing the door open before me, I took two steps into the room before DJ's eyes suddenly hardened and her gaping mouth turned into a cold frown. "No, no. Go away, Ben," she commanded.

Dawn picked her head up in surprise, momentarily drawing my attention. The lower half of her face was soaking wet from DJ's juices, and as I let my gaze travel over both girls' wet, naked bodies, I couldn't help but pitch quite the tent in my loose pajama pants. Still, I'd heard the warning tone in DJ's voice, and I raised my hands defensively as I stuttered, "I'm going, I'm going."

"No, don't go," DJ whimpered, and when I glanced back I found her staring at my bulge while licking her lips. Panting softly and keeping her gaze fixed on my package, she wheezed, "I need ... I need..."

Despite her words, I wasn't sure this was the right time or place. DJ obviously still had significant feelings for me, and in the aftermath of a break-up, it wouldn't do either of us any good for me to throw fuel onto the fire of her emotional agony. We both knew she couldn't have me – well, she could have me for tonight but she wouldn't be able to keep me – and perhaps it would best to not tempt her with a relationship that simply couldn't be.

"I'm sorry," I said, still with my hands up as I took two backwards steps to return to the doorway. "I shouldn't have interrupted."

DJ's face screwed up as she rotated her head to stare at the ceiling. Clenching her eyes shut, she began crying, balling her fists before clamping her palms over her eyes and shuddering into sobs. "I just ... It just hurts so much right now..." she whimpered. "I need ... I need to feel ... Just let it all wash away..."

Dawn picked her head up again, popping her eyebrows and giving me an expectant look. She didn't need to audibly speak; I heard her voice in my head loud and clear. 'Get your fucking ass in here and help me take care of her!'

I wanted to. The sexual creature inside me totally wanted to. And yet I was still trapped by the notion that this wouldn't be right. Dawn, Brooke, or Faye could have easily helped DJ forget her troubles for a little while beneath an avalanche of orgasmic pleasure that would wipe away the clutter in her mind because none of THEM shared romantic feelings with DJ that would complicate the situation. Little more than thirty minutes ago DJ had said herself that she was still in love with me. I couldn't see how me joining in would do anything but make that situation worse. So shaking my head in the negative, I grasped the doorknob and backed away.

It was DJ's voice who called out, "No, stop. Come back here."

I'd pulled the door shut just enough to block my view of the girls, but taking a step forward I pushed it open again.

Still with tears in her eyes, DJ beckoned to me again. "Please, you can help me. I need your help. Not as an ex-boyfriend. Not as an ex-fiancé. Just as a man, because as great as the Ben Juniors are, they can't match the real Big Ben. Because we're Family, right? I'm begging you, please?"

There was no way I could say 'no' to that. Quickly, I re-entered the room and closed the bedroom door behind me. The next thing I knew I was half-sitting with my right buttcheek on the edge of the bed and my feet still on the floor, a fully-naked, still-wet DJ sitting up just inches away She gripped the back of my head with one hand and stared at me, her tear-strewn blue eyes filled with sorrow. And in a cracking, sad voice, she pleaded, "Make it all go away. Please?"

I had a blast of déjà vu, back to the time of our first dating relationship when she was only 17. Then, she'd asked me to make love to her and I'd responded (incorrectly) with what she described as me being the expert lover: technically, skillfully, but not emotionally. I'd done everything right in terms of action, pressure, and pushing all her buttons, and tonight I knew she wanted the same, but this time intentionally.

No emotion. No love, at least not the romantic kind. She needed Big Ben the Legendary Sex God to make her mind go blank, and well ... I was good at that.

So I kissed her. And I did my job.

"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck..." DJ wheezed slowly, her head hanging down between her shoulder blades and swaying back and forth with the back and forth movement of her body. She was bent over on all fours, arms straight and hands planted atop her mattress while I knelt behind her, gripping her hips and taking long lunges into her soaking wet snatch. At full depth, I'd stop and hold myself to feel her tight vaginal walls pulsing against me with a steady [bum-BUMP] [bum-BUMP] that matched her heartbeat. Then I'd slowly retract to make sure she felt the crown ridge of my cock drag against her insides and finally pop free into the open air before I centered myself and thrust again.

In the beginning, DJ's enthusiastic chant had been an upbeat, high-tempo "Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck" that matched my cock's rapidly pistoning in-out motion. By now we'd both slowed down, her energy reserves sapped after more than an hour of both Dawn's and my concentrated focus, and my energy reserves still not fully recovered from Dawn's welcome home romp earlier in the evening. At least I could tell that we were now almost done.

For more than an hour, I'd done my best to give DJ the most incredible physical pleasure of her life. I hadn't teased her or kept her on the edge of the ecstasy she desperately craved without letting her achieve it. I hadn't pushed her to massive orgasms that would overwhelm her senses and render her unconscious, not yet at least. Instead I'd taken every action with the intention to make her happy. I wanted her to feel satisfied. And by the time I was done with her, I wanted her to glow.

Since I wasn't doing anything to stop her orgasms, DJ squeaked out three of them over the first ten minutes. It wasn't a race and I wasn't stringing together combos going for a high score or anything; her climaxes simply came and went and then built up again. Dawn's tongue expertly dived into her pussy like a bird of prey fishing in the open ocean, digging out DJ's pleasure before swiping back up. And I alternately kissed DJ and nursed at her perfect breasts while letting my hands rove all over her exquisitely naked body.

Her first two orgasms came out like that. Then DJ decided that she HAD to have my cock in her mouth, so I rolled onto my back and pulled her into a sixty-nine above me so I could take over cunnilingus duties while she and Dawn licked and suckled Big Ben together at the other end. I didn't try to stop her from getting the third orgasm, but I did stop right before she got there. So when I rolled DJ onto her back, threw her legs over my shoulders, and rammed my way home, she was primed and ready to scream that third climax then and there.

Summoning all my knowledge of DJ's playbook, I worked her body like a well-oiled machine. I carefully monitored her physical and aural cues to ensure my thrusts were of the right depth and power. I made sure to hit all of her sensitive spots. And when her body told me that it wanted a specific sensation, I gave it to her. I didn't do any of this to show off: I simply wanted her to have the very best experience.

And she did. DJ writhed and bucked beneath me in exquisite agony as I held her slim waist and pinned her body to the mattress while sawing in and out of her like a cello's bow. She moaned out a few orgasms. I flipped her over, entered her from behind, and pounded away until she screamed out a few more. Like dominoes her climaxes fell one after the other. Tears of joy flooded her cheeks and splattered onto my chest as she mounted me cowgirl-style and humped her way to even more wonderful orgasms with Dawn sitting behind her, nibbling on her little sister's neck and rubbing DJ's clit for her. My hands squeezed and massaged DJ's tits for her pleasure (and mine), and the next time DJ came, her clenching cunt drew out my sperm as well to make me erupt like a volcano and splatter her womb with my liquid lava love.

After that, DJ collapsed onto her side like a tree felled in the forest. Whimpering in pleasure, she smiled so wide you'd have never guessed that she was going through a time of emotional turmoil. Moving myself alongside her, I brushed her drying bangs away from her face and rained butterfly kisses along her forehead and eyelids while Dawn kissed her way back down her little sister's body. DJ moaned into my mouth while Dawn's tongue speared into her snatch, slurping out all of our co-mingled cum before returning up to DJ's face and snowballing the creamy jizz between her little sister's lips.

The three of us cuddled together in the aftermath, me spooned behind DJ with my arms wrapped around her, and I wondered for a moment if our session had come to an end. But it was the first time in a long time that DJ had me in her bed, and she wasn't through with me yet. Once all the cum had been swallowed, DJ turned around to kiss me while Dawn took over fondling duties. Eventually, the youngest Evans daughter kissed her way down my torso to slurp my half-hard cock back into her mouth. And the next thing I knew, she was climbing back on to go for another ride.

For just a moment, I shared a glance with Dawn, wondering if she wanted a turn. After all, most of my threesomes with two girls usually offered the opportunity for both girls to mount Big Ben. But Dawn quickly waved me off and dragged my legs off the edge of the bed while telling DJ to spin around. And once her little sister got into reverse-cowgirl position, Dawn leaned in to lick at the junction of my dick and DJ's cunt.

From this angle, I could reach up and around to fondle DJ's heaving breasts, but I found myself fascinated by the curvature of her ass. With her weight down on my lap, the half-globes of her cheeks were squished like round Gertie balls atop my thighs, creating curved shelves upon which I almost wanted to try and balance a LEGO mini-figure. My hands found those globes, rubbing and massaging and squeezing before my thumbs drifted into her crack. And DJ moaned in excitement every time I buzzed her anus while she continued to undulate her pussy around my prick with Dawn's tongue on her clit.

Still, I didn't feel like I was doing enough to maximize DJ's pleasure. Sure, I could rest a bit in this position, and it was ideal for letting Dawn get in on the action too. But I wasn't satisfied with my level of participation, so before DJ got to her next climax, I rolled us over without withdrawing my dick from her pussy and raised her body up onto all fours. Dawn could still join in by sliding beneath her sister in a sixty-nine, and a minute later the three of us were back at it again.

And then I went to work.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck," DJ chanted while I pistoned in and out of her from behind.

"Yes ... yesss ... YES!" she crowed when I bent her in half with her legs thrown over my shoulder.

"FUUUUUCK! FUUUUUUCK! FUUUUUCK!" she screamed when I stood up straight on my feet atop the bed and fucked straight down into DJ's sodden snatch with her shoulders and head braced against the mattress and her ass pointed straight up in the air.

My back muscles were burning. My arms ached. And my legs had gotten shaky to the point of near-collapse. But I wasn't done yet. DJ and I were back in doggy-style, ostensibly for her to eat Dawn's cunt, although she'd lost the energy to do that a while back. Instead, Dawn sat up against the headboard masturbating and fondling her own tits while watching me slow-dick her little sister. And when DJ began to slowly wheeze, "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck...", I figured it was time to finish her off.

I'd continued to buzz my thumb over DJ's anus, occasionally pushing it inside for a little electric spark, but I hadn't put anything else into it ... yet. Delirious after so many orgasms, DJ was so out of it that she probably didn't even remember what room she was in, and she certainly didn't notice my eyes meet Dawn's as I told her what I wanted without saying anything.

Smirking, Dawn tossed me the bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer and I placed the nozzle right at DJ's winking anus without actually touching it. My young lover felt me press down on the middle of her back, getting her to let her arms collapse and set her cheek down on the mattress, a motion which also opened up her ass to me. And before she had any idea what was going on, I'd already squirted her anus full of lube and roughly rammed my dick eight inches inside.

"FUUUUUUCK!!!" DJ shrieked like a banshee at my sudden penetration, her head coming up off the bed. But the force of my next thrust slammed her cheek into the mattress again.

Raising my left knee, I planted my left foot atop the bed for leverage and really began to ream her out. At first, I gripped DJ's hips and held her ass in place to receive my unrelenting onslaught, but after a while I couldn't resist leaning over her bent back and grabbing onto her big tits for handholds instead. Up until this point, the entire sex session tonight had been for DJ. But now this finale was for me...

... and her. After so many orgasms, so much cunnilingus, and so much pussy-fucking, DJ was primed for my anal assault. In the right mood, at the right time, even my most violently selfish thrusting can be exactly what a girl needs – Kim taught me that. And I knew enough about DJ's body and responses to know she was absolutely LOVING it.

Harder and harder I hammered her, stroking as fast as I could possibly stroke through the constricting tightness of DJ's anal chute. The longer I pounded her the more stretched out she became, allowing my lube and girlcum-slickened penis to piston in and out of her ass with increasing speed. Eventually I planted my right foot on the bed as well, crouching in a half-squat as I fucked her harder and faster and harder again until my quads burned and my own ass muscles hurt.

"FUCK!-FUCK!-FUCK!-FUCK!-FUCK!" DJ screamed into the mattress, her body bucking back to meet me. She bunched up the bedsheets in her fingers. She thrust her own ass up into the air. And she continued her banshee-howling as I completely fucked the shit out of her.

Leaning forward, I extended an arm and planted my hand against the back of her head, pinning it down while I used and abused her body. The mattress bowed beneath the pressure of her face, curving around her nose and mouth and restricting her air flow. Her screaming abruptly ceased, but I never let up assaulting her ass, even when she stopped thrusting back at me and started to go limp from lack of energy and oxygen. And all of a sudden, Dawn appeared beside us again, her hand snaking underneath DJ's body to find her sister's clit and strum it spastically.

"HRRRKKK!" DJ choked suddenly, unable to breathe even while she tried to grunt her climax into the mattress. Her body bucked back at me just once, every muscle tightening including the ones in her ass. I fought the resistance to keep pounding myself down her chute over and over again, fucking her all throughout her shivering climax, until suddenly all those muscles simultaneously went limp as she passed out.

DJ's knees also gave way as she collapsed straight down into a frog position, the lack of support causing me to collapse down with her. But even though her anal passage had unclenched, giving me the freedom to rut myself in and out of her unconscious body until reaching my own completion, I decided instead to pull out and flop onto my back, gasping for air.

To cream DJ's unconscious body would feel really good, but it wasn't the point. The point was to give DJ pleasure, to make her feel happy and satisfied, and to wipe her mind blank of all the emotional turmoil in her life. It was Mission: Accomplished, and I would feel better about that if I didn't use her body to find my own selfish release.

Thankfully, I wouldn't be left hanging. Without a care in the world for where my dick had just been, Dawn swiftly bent over my body and inhaled my cock to the root. Brought to the brink after sodomizing DJ's gorgeous body, I was ready to blow, and blow I did after only a few seconds of my best friend's oral attention.

Rolling her eyes up to me, Dawn managed to smile while burst after burst of white hot cum blasted into her throat. Over and over again my dick fired away, and with every shot swallowed, she expressed her love for me with her eyes. No longer romantic, our circumstances had certainly changed, but the love was still the same.

Just like with DJ. Somehow, someway, I would have to remind her of that. Our lives had changed. Our circumstances had changed. But I knew that the love remained. And maybe, just maybe, the two of us would figure a way out of this awkwardly strained relationship in which we'd recently been.

Of course, DJ's invocation that we were Family in asking me to give her this kind of sexually-blissed out peace may have meant she already understood that I still loved her. If so, that would mean our awkwardness stemmed not from a perceived lack of love, but rather her dissatisfaction with our current circumstances.

Me: engaged to Adrienne, dating Dayna and Sasha, and regularly screwing Dawn.

And her: somehow still in love with me, not just as family, but wanting to be more.

And that part wouldn't be so easy to fix.

Dawn and I were in the kitchen finishing up dinner when DJ woke up and came downstairs. I was facing the range top, using a spatula to transfer our meal from the pan to a serving plate when Dawn's voice sounded behind me, "Hey, how are you feeling?"

Dressed in well-worn, fuzzy pajamas I knew to be one of her favorites for comfort (not seduction), DJ folded her arms across her chest and lethargically leaned against the wall, a dreamy smile on her face as she even leaned her head back against the doorjamb. "Better."

Dawn grinned. "Mind blanked?"

"Completely blanked," DJ drawled. "Head's clearer. Less anger coursing through my veins."

"Told ya a good therapeutic fucking would make you feel better."

"You were right, you were right," DJ agreed. "I can't for the life of me wonder why I got so worked up over that loser, Doug. In almost a whole year the guy never made me feel half of what you two made me feel tonight."

"What, you're not mad at him anymore?"

"Oh, he can go to hell for all I care, but I'm done wasting time on that sad sack – done getting stressed over a stupid boy not worth the time of day."

Dawn giggled. "You seem pretty chill. All mellowed out."

"Completely," DJ sighed in contentment. "I feel like I could melt into a puddle of goo any minute."

"Well no melting just yet," I announced, holding up the serving plates. "Dinner is served. We've got a lot of calories to replace."

Dawn led the way out into the dining room. DJ really did seem a lot better, a well-fucked glow about her as she lackadaisically picked at her meal. She was still hungry, and wound up finishing her entire plate, but she was in no hurry to do so and she took her time to savor each bite.

"Hmm, sex and cooking," DJ sighed with a mouthful. She chewed thoughtfully and swallowed. "Still can't believe that one day you actually failed at boiling water, and seemingly the next day you were cranking out gourmet cuisine."

"It didn't happen overnight, and you were one of my teachers. Besides, this is actually Dawn's recipe," I explained.

"Whatever." She waved with her fork. "When it comes to sex and food, you're definitely Mr. Awesome in my book."

I smiled. "Well thank you for the compliment."

DJ smiled back and returned to her meal, as did Dawn and I.

Of course, post-coital bliss never lasts forever, and even the best therapeutic fuckings can only blank a mind for so long. I knew that well enough from my own personal experience, which is probably why I repeatedly found my way into pussy again by the time the post-coital bliss wore off from the previous one.

After the meal was done and I'd put all the dishes in the sink, I returned to the dining table to find that DJ had raised her right heel up onto her seat and wrapped her arms around an upthrust knee. Setting her chin down atop the knee, she sighed and gave me a resigned look. "It's not fair, you know," she muttered.

"What's not?" I asked as I sat down again, grabbing the half-empty glass of Coke in front of me and taking a sip.

Shaking her head slowly, DJ sighed and muttered, "You've ruined me for other men – you know that, right?"

My eyebrows went up. "Sex?"

DJ smirked. "And food. Doug couldn't microwave a styrofoam cup of ramen to save his life."

I shrugged.

DJ sighed again. "But yes, I meant sex."

Dawn spoke up. "Our door is always open to you. The opportunity has been there the last couple of months, and you know we'd never turn you down."

"That's just the point though, isn't it?" DJ complained. "You call it 'our' door and say you'd never turn me down, implying that you had the right to turn me down in the first place even if you wouldn't do so."

"Not what I meant. I just meant that if you ever wanted to join, you already know we'd both say 'yes'. It's not like we're a romantic couple, so I don't have any right of veto."

"But you're ARE a couple, whether you state it as romantic or not."

"We're friends," I qualified.

"Best friends," DJ shot back.

"Not so different from you and Brooke," Dawn reasoned.

"Brooke never ruined you for other women, leaving you craving her and feeling unfulfilled whenever you couldn't have her."

I spoke up. "So you're craving ME and feeling unfulfilled when you can't have me?"

"Obviously," DJ sighed, setting her chin back down on her knee and looking away.

"Then why not take the opportunities when I have come to visit? Dawn's right: we always would have welcomed you."

"You know exactly why I haven't taken them. You know exactly what the problem is."

"No, actually, I really don't." I spread my hands out to the sides. "Yes, I could tell things were getting awkward and strained between us. Yes, I know you wish I could be around more often, wish I had a little more room in my life for you. I wish those things too, but I've got a lot going on and I HAVE been making my best effort to come spend more time on this side of the Bay, especially the last few months."

"You mean ever since you and Dawn got back together at Morris Camp."

"We're not--"

"Whatever, whatever." DJ waved me off, huffing in annoyance.

"What do you want me to say?" I shrugged helplessly.

"Nothing. There's nothing to say that hasn't already BEEN said. You're engaged to Adrienne, dating Sasha and Dayna, co-parenting with Kim, and meeting up with Dawn at least once a week for best-friend-boinking. Your schedule is full up, and there's nothing left for ME."

"I can MAKE more room for you if that's what you really need. Again, if you miss the sex, the opportunity has BEEN there every time I've come over here to visit. And it's only a 20-minute trip downtown for you to visit ME."

"No, it's NOT the sex," DJ groaned, suddenly thrusting her hands at me before spinning in her seat and stepping down onto the floor. Wrapping her arms around her torso to hug herself, she paced away from the dining table, around to the front-side of the nearest sofa, and flopped down onto it heavily.

Dawn and I exchanged a look, and I got out of my dining chair to follow after DJ. Taking the seat cushion beside her while Dawn sat on the other sofa, I gently laid a hand on DJ's knee and asked, "What is it you want from me?"

"Something I can't ever have," she sighed, staring across the room away from me.

"This is about you still being in love with me? What, you want me to become your boyfriend again?"

Shaking her head without looking at me, DJ muttered, "No." She sniffled, and it was obvious that she'd started crying again. "Not boyfriend."

"Then what? Regular fuck-buddy? You want me to visit more often to take care of your sexual needs or something? C'mon ... We both know it's more than that. If all you wanted was a booty call you wouldn't have avoided me every time I came over."

"Of course it's more than that. You know exactly what I want but can't ever have again."

I sighed. "'More than boyfriend' equals 'husband'."

"And 'father'," DJ sighed forlornly.

"That ship has sailed."

"I know that."

"And I'm engaged to Adrienne now."

"I KNOW that."

"So what, you want me to break up with Adrienne and start over again with you?"

"No! Of course not."

"Then what do you want from me?"

"NOTHING, alright? I don't want anything from you, and right now I'm even regretting that we fucked again less than an hour ago!" She rather violently slapped my hand off her knee.

"Deej..." Dawn soothed, leaning forward and perching her elbows on her knees while giving her sister a concerned look.

DJ abruptly stood up again, hugging herself again as she paced around the couch back toward the dining table. But instead of taking a seat, she continued pacing and pacing until she'd circled the entire room and come back to stand on the opposite side of the coffee table from me. "I hate it..." she muttered while shaking her head.

Dawn and I exchanged a look but didn't say anything, waiting her out.

"I HATE it. I HATE how much I love you," DJ continued muttering. "I can't STAND how much I need you."

Dawn began gently, "If you need him--"

"'Need' but can't have," DJ interrupted. "I love him, I need him, I want him ... It's so cliché: I want what I can't have, alright?!?" She turned to face me. "I want to go back in time, back before I made the stupid decision to have an abortion. I want to keep our baby and marry you instead. I want to live the rest of my life happy and loved. Right now I have to wake up every single morning knowing that I made the biggest fucking mistake of my life, because you're not in the bed beside me. Can you even imagine what that's like? What it's like to stare off into the empty vacuum of your future, not knowing when or even IF you'll ever find that kind of happiness again? And knowing that you did this to yourself – threw it all away, and for what?"

I frowned silently.

"She knows what that's like," DJ added softly with a head-nod to Dawn.

My best friend glanced at me with a wince.

DJ shook her head sadly, continuing, "I can't even fathom what was so much more important to me than being together with you. But I fucked up, and I ruined our relationship, and I'll have to live with that regret for all eternity."

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I didn't say anything right away. But Dawn leaned forward, her elbows on her knees and her hands clasped together while giving DJ an imploring look. "I keep telling you: If that's really the way you feel, then you have to fight for him."

"And I keep telling you there's no way in hell I'd ever DO that to him!" DJ shot back. "Ruin his relationship with Adrienne? Poach Dayna's boyfriend? She's my sister."

"Then don't poach him. Join the harem. Become a girlfriend."

DJ shook her head. "I don't want to be just another harem girlfriend. I used to be Number One, and I couldn't ever settle for Number Six."

"It's not a ranking," I spoke up.

"It's always a ranking. And I'm only too aware that I'm currently in third."

Dawn frowned. "Thought you said you'd be Number Six."

"Third Evans."

"It's not a ranking," I reiterated more firmly.

"Stop saying that," DJ warned, fire in her eyes as she pointed at me. "We're girls. There's always a ranking. Or are you going to claim you don't tell Adrienne she's your 'Number One'?"

"Of course she is; we're engaged. But that doesn't mean I think of you as 'DJ: third Evans sister in line'. I'd never do that to you."

"You just think of me as 'DJ: the hot, skinny one with the big boobs you love to fuck silly'."

I arched an eyebrow. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

DJ sighed. "It is if that's all I'll ever be to you. Why can't I ever be 'DJ: the one you love to talk to', or 'DJ: the smart one', or 'DJ: the one I can't live without'?"

I frowned. "I do love talking to you, and you're smarter than you give yourself credit for, and I do NOT want to imagine the rest of my life without you in it."

Folding her arms over her chest, DJ gave me a look and drawled, "What's my major?"

I sighed. "You started off as a History major just to get admitted but switched to PoliSci because you figured you'd never get a job with a History degree. C'mon, did you really think I didn't know?"

"Well we certainly never talked about it while we were together."

"Pssht, I helped you study."

"You mean you and I studied in the same room for fifteen minutes before our hormones got the best of us and we started screwing like rabbits."

I smiled at the memories. "Good times."

"You don't get it: Our ENTIRE relationship was about sex! Same as the previous relationships! Sex-sex-sex-sex-sex. It was the ONLY thing we were ever good at together!"

I frowned. "It wasn't the only thing."

"Really? What ELSE were we good at?"

"Well..." I thought about it.

"See, you can't even say something different off the top of your head!"

"Now you can't just cut me off after 12 microseconds without giving me a chance to--"

"Yes I can. If ANYONE asked you what you loved best about me, can you honestly say your response wouldn't be something about how beautiful I am, how amazing my rack is, or how much of a crazy nymphomaniac I am in the sack?"

"Well I wouldn't say something like that to someone else."

"But you'd think one of those things."

Dawn interjected, "I don't think you're giving him enough credit for--"

"It's easy for YOU to say he loves you for things OTHER than your bedroom abilities," DJ shot hotly at her sister. "Your friendship runs so deep and goes back so far that the bond you share has always been patently obvious. But from the time I was fifteen all I've ever been is 'Dawn's gorgeous little sister you love to fuck'."

I shook my head. "If that's REALLY what you believe I think of you, then why the hell would you ever want to go back in time and marry me?"

"That's just it: I DON'T."

I frowned. "But you just said--"

"My life would have been EASIER if I could go back in time and marry you. Everything would have been settled: husband, baby, and my Mom's favoritism for being the one to marry you. But I'm still glad that I didn't, because I know I wouldn't have wanted a husband who didn't love me for MORE than just his lust for my body."

Dawn sighed. "So you want him but you don't want him and you want to go back in time but you don't want to go back in time and you want to fuck him as much as possible because he ruined you for all other men but you don't want to fuck him because you want to move on ... That about sum it up?"

DJ groaned and buried her face in her hands. Her voice muffled by them, she muttered again, "I HATE how much I love you."

"Deej..." I began gently. "I'm sorry that I haven't been around as much lately. I didn't realize you were in this much turmoil over our old relationship, but if I'd known I would have--"

"No, no stop right there," she interrupted with her eyes still shut, pointing a finger at me again. After taking a deep breath, she finally opened her eyes and looked at me. "It's not your fault. I can't even blame you. You'd graduated. You had a new job, a new baby, new girlfriends ... You weren't supposed to continue being there for me. I was here, still in school, and I know you were stretched thin in a hundred different directions. I never would have wanted to burden you with this. I'm the one who fucked up our old relationship, and I only wish for you the greatest happiness. You deserve to be with Adrienne, Sasha, and Dayna. You deserve to raise your son with his mother. I'd only get in the way, and I ... I just wish..."

Dawn and I exchanged a look as DJ's voice trailed off. We watched her tuck her chin down against her chest, wrap her arms around her torso to hug herself again, and break down in wracking sobs. Dawn quickly got up, moved to her little sister, and squeezed her from behind.

"I wish I could stop being in love with you," DJ finally wheezed, doubling over as her sobs continued.

DJ's legs buckled, but Dawn held her up, eventually carrying her over to the other couch. Sitting down seemed to give DJ strength, because as soon as her butt hit the sofa cushion, she shook herself free of Dawn's grasp and started wiping at her tears.

Shaking her head, DJ stared at me with red-rimmed eyes. "I always knew I could never be your one and only. I always knew that even if we'd stayed together, there would've always been other women in your life, my own sisters included. Most guys can meet a girl and make HER the center of his universe, her and her alone. I thought Doug could be a guy like that, a guy who was mine and ONLY mine. Of course he turned out to be hers as well, and in the end that two-faced asshole couldn't keep it in--"

DJ started shaking her head as a deep-set scowl etched into her face, and Dawn moved in and hugged her again. But after just a moment, DJ sighed and shook Dawn off.

"I'm sorry, but I can't settle for being just one of the harem," DJ muttered as she picked her head up to look at me. "And I know that even if we got back together, that's all I'd ever be. Because for as close as we've ever been, our intimacy has always been based on sex."

"So let's change that," I suggested, popping my eyebrows for emphasis.

"Change what?"

"Change your perception of our relationship. Change what you think I really feel about you."

"How?"

I shrugged. "Well for starters, we stop having sex."

DJ frowned, blinking rapidly as she started to think about the implications of that. "You mean right after I just broke up with my boyfriend and right when I started thinking that at least I'd still have you to satisfy my sexual cravings until I find another one, now I can't have you either?"

"This street goes both ways. If you want to redefine our relationship into one that ISN'T based on sex, then the obvious answer is that we've got to stop having sex. Only then, only after we spend time together as platonic friends, as Family, will YOU start to think about ME in terms that go beyond the way I fuck you."

DJ pursed her lips together, clearly not enjoying the idea. "Easy for you to do. You've got a harem of willing women who'll spread for you at the snap of your fingers to satisfy your urges. You're basically asking me to go celibate for you."

"Not at all. If you want to hook up with another guy, go right ahead. You're a single girl and you're not beholden to me in any way."

"Pssht. I'm ruined for all other men, remember?"

I sighed. "Well that part I can't really help you with."

"You could keep fucking me the same way you did just an hour ago."

"Do you want to fix our relationship or not?"

DJ sighed, and then groaned while rubbing her face with both hands, and then sighed again. "Okay, fine. But how is this really gonna work? There won't be much 'relationship-building' time while you've still got a job and a family in San Francisco and I've still got classes over here."

"It's a 20-minute BART ride. If this is important to you, we can make it work."

DJ pursed her lips together again. "You and me ... NOT having sex?" she drawled skeptically.

I shrugged. "Our circumstances may change ... but my love for you stays the same."

DJ snorted abruptly. "And just what ARE our circumstances going to be going forward, especially if we're no longer having sex? 'Just friends'?"

I shook my head. "You and I could never be 'just friends'."

"Too much history? Too much pain?"

"No, not for negative reasons. You and I could never be 'just friends' because at a bare minimum we'll always be 'Family'. As of right now, I still love you; it's just that I love you as 'little sister'."

"Nothing more?"

"'Little sisters' rate pretty highly to me. I love you like I love Brooke and the twins – is that really so bad?"

"Speaking of whom..." Dawn drawled, her eyes going to the living room archway as we heard the sound of the front door closing.

Brooke walked in, a goofy grin on her face. "Hey, Ben's here a day early. Special occasion?"

"Hey you," I greeted warmly, opening my arms for a hug.

My little sister came to embrace me, squeezing me tight before taking a step back and evaluating Dawn's place on the other couch and the way DJ still stood across the coffee table from us. And as she leaned against my side with one arm still wrapped around my waist, she took in DJ's obviously drained appearance, sighed wearily, and drawled, "Okay ... What did Ben do now?"