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Billy is real fuckin’ high. He didn’t believe Tommy when the bastard said it was the good shit. Tommy never has the good shit. The good shit doesn’t exist in middle of nowhere Indiana. Billy used to live within driving distance of a pot farm. Like. 

 

It was good shit, though. Billy didn’t realize how good until after he’d taken way too many rips. He probably shouldn’t have driven home. But whatever. Neil’s car isn’t in the driveway. Must be one of those nights where he took Susan to a motel because she won’t get as nasty as he wants her to when Max is in earshot. Billy’s ambivalent about overhearing Susan call Neil Daddy and beg him to spank her. It’s not his favorite thing. He’s also been listening to Neil fuck sluts since he was nine years old, so he’s pretty good at tuning it out. 

 

When he gets out of the car, Billy sees Max’s bike lying on the lawn. Maybe he’ll go yell at her for being careless if she’s still awake. Maybe he’ll wake her up. Midnight is way too late to call any of the bitches he usually fucks. He was planning to make a Carol sandwich with Tommy, but it turned out she’s on the rag. She sucked his dick, but she’s not very good at that. He’s still horny. 

 

If he’s being honest with himself, Max alone in their house would make him horny anyway. She’s the best pussy in Hawkins. It only ever takes minimal convincing. 

 

He walks through the front door into a dark hallway. He doesn’t bother turning on the lights. He grabs a beer from the fridge then heads right upstairs. He hears the soft moaning as soon as he gets to the landing. Max must be touching herself. She masturbates a lot. Probably even more than Billy did when he was fifteen. 

 

The door is unlocked. Maybe she’s been waiting for him to come keep her company. He’s quiet when he twists the nob and pushes it open, hoping she won’t notice him right away. He likes to watch her. She’s real pretty when she’s flushed and panting, delicate fingers pumping into her glistening pussy while she rubs her clit. She’s starting to get curves. Tits that are more than a handful, thick thighs, a real ass. She’s gonna be a fuckin’ knockout in a couple more years. 

 

Turns out, Max already has company. 

 

Moonlight streams through the window, and it hits a lot of pale skin. Max is naked,  lying on her stomach, her head between a pair of skinny thighs. There’s another girl sprawled on Max’s bed. Short brown hair. Thin face. Thin limbs. No tits to speak of. 

 

Billy recognizes her. She’s around here plenty. Ellen? Eliza? Something like that. Max calls her ‘El’ which is stupid. Her real name is probably much prettier. 

 

El whimpers, hips bucking. Her eyes are closed and she’s clutching at the sheets. Max hums, shifts on the bed, maybe sliding a finger into her. Billy leans against the doorway, drinking his beer, just watching. Listening to the slick sounds. It’s not long before he can’t help rubbing himself through his jeans. He’s so fucking hard. 

 

Usually, he wouldn’t press this sort of boundary. If Max was in here with one of the stupid boys she hooks up with, he would have turned right around. He probably wouldn’t even risk it with a different girl. 

 

El, though. El is a weirdo. She was in an institution or something. She’s still got crazy eyes. She’s still twitchy, and quiet, and she moves like a fawn in the forest. 

 

Also, Max didn’t lock the door. If she was worried about him walking in, she should have locked the door. 

 

El tangles her fingers in Max’s hair and opens her eyes. Then she’s looking right at Billy. Her mouth falls open in a gasp. She’s not screaming or freaking out. She’s just staring at him with an inscrutable expression. 

 

He winks at her. 

 

She moans, her hips jerk, her legs shake. She’s coming. Max sits back, wiping her mouth on her arm. 

 

“Fuck, that was hot,” she murmurs. 

 

A little twinge of pride swells in Billy’s chest. Max learned from the best, after all. He’s the one who taught her what feels good. He’s happy she’s translated it to getting girls off herself. 

 

El raises her arm and points at Billy. Max whips around. 

 

“Billy what the fuck!” She screams. She grabs the nearest pillow and throws it at him. 

 

He’s too stoned to side step it, so it hits him in the face. He grins. “Well shit, Maxine. It’s rude to throw a party at our goddamn house and not invite me.”

 

“Get the fuck out of here!”

 

She’s on her feet, stalking toward him. She plants her small hands on his chest and pushes him. Of course, it doesn’t do much. He drops his empty beer can and grabs her ass. Picks her up so she’s pressed against him. She squirms. She slaps him. He laughs at her. 

 

“Aww, don’t be like that, babygirl. You can’t get me this worked up and then just leave me hanging.”

 

He leans in to kiss her. She doesn’t part her lips. He licks them anyway. He can smell the whiskey on her breath. She’s still thrashing, though she’s not trying very hard to escape. It’s for show, if the way she’s starting to grind her sweet little pussy against his abs is anything to go by. There’s already a wet spot on his shirt. 

 

“Your friend doesn’t taste half bad.”

 

“You’re disgusting. Put me down.” She sounds breathy, kind of dazed. The way she sounds when she’s about to give over to her sluttier nature and let him fuck the hell out of her. 

 

If she really wanted him to stop, she’d tell him. She’d use that harsh, strict tone, and she’d say, I’m serious. Get off me. Billy would. He’d back off immediately. He would even apologize if she seemed particularly upset. One orgasm is not worth jeapordizing the best sex he has. Especially when Max is always around. She’s so easy. It’s important that she trusts him. It’s important that she feels safe. She’s half the reason he hasn’t moved out yet, besides trying to save up to actually survive when he moves back to Cali. He does his absolute best not to ever mess up their arrangement, not just because he’d lose access to her pussy—but also he’d probably go to jail or Neil would at least kick him into the street if she decided to out them. 

 

“Think I could try her?” Billy tilts his head to look at El. 

 

She’s sitting up now. Legs still spread. She’s wide eyed but she hasn’t moved to get dressed, or climb out the window, or anything like that. So she can’t be too disturbed. Billy half wonders if she already knew. He’s seen the way she and Max whisper and giggle to each other when they’re getting drunk on the couch. Girls tell each other all sorts of shit they shouldn’t. 

 

“El can talk, you know.” Max huffs. “I don’t speak for her.”

 

Billy kisses Max again. This time she kisses back. She opens her mouth and lets their tongues brush together. She tastes like alcohol and pussy. It makes him ache. God. He wants to fuck her so bad. He’s gonna. But first…

 

He carries Max over to the bed and sets her down on it. He kicks off his boots and kneels at the edge of the mattress. He approaches El slow, like she’s a nervous animal. 

 

“What do you say, Sweetheart?” He smiles, honey smooth. He can put on a mostly harmless affectation, even with his scarred eyebrow and the growing tattoo sleeve on his arm. He just has to talk low and sweet and keep a soft expression on his face. “I’d love to make you feel good, if you can keep a secret.”

 

“I have a lot of secrets,” she says in a voice that’s steadier than he would have anticipated. 

 

“Well that’s just peachy.” He’s between her spread legs now, on his hands and knees. He hears Max panting and fingering herself on the bed behind them. “Can I touch you, baby?”

 

El narrows her eyes at him for half a second. She looks over him at Max. Then back at him. She nods. That’s all Billy needs. 

 

He grabs her narrow hips and tugs her down the bed so she’s on her back again. He pats the mattress beside her. 

 

“Maxine, get up here.”

 

Max scrambles. She lies down next to El. They start kissing. Fuck. Billy has to unbutton his pants. But he can’t let himself get too distracted. He settles down between El’s legs. He reaches over and slides his fingers into Max. He rubs his thumb across her clit while he fucks her, and she’s clenching around him almost immediately. She’s so into him. It never takes much to get her off. 

 

He keeps fingering her, because he knows she can come a hell of a lot before she gets too sensitive. He doesn’t really have to think about it. Making Max come is muscle memory. He turns his attention to El. She’s not shaved like Max is, but she’s also not very hairy. There’s just a light dusting of brown. It’s cute. He traces his tongue between the lips of her pussy. Her breath hitches. 

 

It’s fun to figure out what she likes. 

 

He’s gentle at first. She’s already real slick, but he still works her up to it. Licking her whole pussy, barely nudging against her clit until she starts to rock her hips, trying to get more. He traces delicate circles. Doesn’t give her much until she moans and puts a hand on his head. Then he goes for it. Drags his tounge across her clit real sloppy. He picks up speed. He feels her tense. Her thighs tremble. Her hips buck, she squirms, she whines so pretty as she comes. 

 

“Billy,” Max whimpers. 

 

He shifts over. Gets his mouth on Max’s pussy while he slips a finger into El. He’s not sure he’ll be allowed to fuck both of them. El is real tight. Like, he’s not sure he could get another finger in her. Seems likely she’s a virgin. Max is protective of her friends. He doubts she’d let him get away with popping El’s cherry in front of her. 

 

Max gushes on his face and she’s mumbling fuck me, Billy, please, need it. So he pulls his finger out of El. He doesn’t bother to get undressed. He just unzips his jeans and pushes them down enough to be out of the way. He lines up and slides into Max easy. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulls him into a hungry kiss. 

 

He’ll rough with her, the way she likes it. Usually he’d take his time, teasing her, fucking her so slow and tender until he can’t control himself any longer. He’s already at that point. Billy fucks Max hard and fast, skin slapping together, her moaning and rocking back against every thrust. He bites her on the neck, smacks her ass. She shudders and clenches around him, drenching his dick. 

 

Out of the corner of his eye, Billy sees El moving. She whimpers softly. She’s touching herself. That little slut is watching him fuck his stepsister and getting off on it. Shit. 

 

Billy pulls out. He flips Max over and tugs her back so she’s on her hands and knees. Her arms give out as soon as he sinks back into her. She collapses forward, ass in the air, face on the bed. He can fuck her even deeper like this. He leans back because he likes to watch himself pumping into Max’s tight pussy. He pulls out almost all the way before sliding back in. She’s so small. She hasn’t gotten any taller since she was like, twelve. It’s kind of impressive she can even take him, considering how tiny she is. Or like, it would be impressive if he hadn’t trained her to do it. 

 

The mattress springs creak. El is on her knees. She moves closer. She gets like, right up next to him. She’s staring down at Billy’s dick. Watching him fuck into Max with clear interest. 

 

He slows down to a pace that doesn’t require much concentration. It still feels good. Thing about weed is that it makes him horny, but also makes him take forever to come. So there’s no need to be in a huge rush. 

 

Billy reaches out and wraps his arm around El’s waist. He pulls her in even closer, so she’s right up against his side. She doesn’t give any indication she’s upset about it. He just wants to touch her. He grabs her nonexistent ass. Squeezes it. He traces his fingers up her flat stomach to her chest. Not a lot there either. He still pinches one of her nipples and makes her shiver. 

 

“You like to watch, huh, baby?” He murmurs, careful to keep his voice sweet. Not sleazy like it is in his head right now. He’s not gonna call her a fucking whore like he wants to. 

 

“Yeah.” El breathes. “I’ve never seen it in person before.”

 

“Really?” He purrs. “Well I hope you’re enjoying the show. You want a turn after Max?”

 

“Billy, don’t be gross,” Max huffs into the mattress. 

 

He snaps his hips harder, hoping it’s enough to distract her. She moans and pushes back against him. 

 

Billy puts a finger under El’s chin and moves her head. He closes the distance. Gives her a second to pull away before he plants a soft kiss on her lips. He’s gentle. Her breath hitches. She lets him lick into her mouth. Their tongues barely brush together. She tastes like alcohol. 

 

She lets out a soft moan and clutches at his arm. He feels hotter where she’s touching him. It’s a little sizzle of electricity. She grabs his hand and guides it down between her legs. He’s happy to slip a finger in her, arm wrapped around her, pam grinding against her clit. She starts to take a little initiative kissing him, flicking her tongue, pushing for more.

 

Max tenses again. She flutters. Squirts. God it feels amazing. He’s caught off guard when El starts to squeeze around him too. Shit. He eases another finger into her. She whines. It’s a real tight fit. He goes slow. He’s so careful. She’s trembling. Moaning into his mouth.

 

He fucks Max harder. Faster. He feels the heat starting to curl inside him. He’s on a steep incline. Max is sopping wet and so turned on she’s getting to the point where she’ll just come repeatedly, like, every time he slides all the way in. She’s getting a lot noisier, whining, and calling out his name, and begging for it harder. El is squirming, like she wants his fingers deeper. He gives them to her. Probably rougher than he should be.

 

But she’s coming again. Her hips buck. Her nails dig into his arm. Max practically screams as she squeezes on his cock.

 

It’s more than anybody could be expected to handle. He buries himself deep in Max and hits the peak so hard he kind of whites out for a second. He withdraws his fingers from El and pulls out.  Both he and Max flop down on the bed, panting. She rolls over onto her back. Billy spoons against her side, kisses her neck. He pats her thigh. 

 

“Thanks, babe. Great as always.”

 

“Shut up,” she mumbles. 

 

El moves forward to sit between Max’s legs. She’s staring at Max’s wrecked pussy. Her gaze flicks up to Billy for a moment. Then she’s pressing her fingers into Max. She withdraws them again almost immediately. Max whimpers. El brings her hand up to her mouth. It’s covered in a mix of Max’s slick and Billy’s jizz. She licks the length of her fingers. Puts them in her mouth and sucks them clean.

 

“Holy shit.” Billy’s cock twitches. He’s not gonna get hard again right away. Still.

 

Seemingly satisfied, El settles down on top of Max. They start kissing again. Billy figures that’s his cue to leave. He doesn’t bother getting dressed. He just picks up his clothes and exits stage left. When he gets back to his room, he opens the window and lights a cigarette.

 

Well. He just got enough jerkoff material for like, the next six months at least. He’s stoned, and relaxed, and fucked out in the best way. Turned out to be a pretty good night. He falls asleep easy.