The girls

Max walked through the door, his stomach heavy from the decent lunch he just shared with Sunset Shimmer, a smile gracing his face and his eyes heavy.

“I need to really get out more with more people that was fun.” He said to no one in particular.

As he walked into the living room he hesitated finding Adagio sitting on the couch watching a movie on the t.v in front of her. She was leaning against the arm of the couch, head on her arm. He wasn’t sure she was awake until she looked up, a smirk on her face. He was curious as to why she had a large blanket covering the entire couch as well as herself.

“Oh, hey.” He said, uncertainly. “So, what are you watching?”

“Nothing good, so far. Some really stupid zombie movie.”

“Let me guess, it’s a serial killer original?” To her nod, he shook his head with a grin, “Wow, you know, that channel is really only good when they show the classics.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m waiting for, the first one is about some kind of creature that hides in the ice and snow of Antarctica, or something? It looked good, but I didn’t catch the name.”

“Ooh, are you in for a treat. Are they doing a back to back mid week murder?” He asked, slightly wondering who came up with such stupid cable titles to show when good movies were coming on. It was like they knew people only watched their channel for the really good stuff, but devised a way to keep people checking it out so they would end up occasionally watching the really bad movies mixed with semi decent B rated flicks.

“Bingo.” Adagio confirmed.

Before anything else could be said or done, there was a loud hoarse coughing, that tempered out to a loud miserable moan followed by a stuffed voice that cried out. “Adagio,” the voice whined, lengthening the vowels in a way that sounded very childish.

With a sigh, Adagio got up from the couch, before stretching, catching Max’s attention. When she removed her body from under the confines of the blanket, he could see her dressed in a pair of gray panties, and a white t that was cut just below her breasts. Her arms raised high over her body, reaching slightly higher as her eyes closed and she stood on the tips of her toes. The shirt moved with her shoulders up, the fabric brushing against what, Max now realized was a pair of unrestrained melons, as the rises of her nipples hardened from the caress and stuck out slightly further.

As his inspection continued, he could see little drops of sweat her and there all along the bare skin of her body, showing she had been under the blanket for a little while and it was a bit warmer than he would have first thought.

Adagio finished her stretch and turned moving around Max, the brush of her hand and hips against him left a pondering dilemma of whether it was on purpose or not. She made her way to the kitchen where Max heard a cabinet open and close and the water turn on filling a container with water. He made his way over to the couch and plopped down on the other side, legs crossed, arms settled over his lap trying to hide the erection that came up.

Adagio reappeared before vanishing into Aria’s bedroom. Max could hear more of the coughing and soft muffled voices. He stared at the screen, his eyes distant, not even attempting to hide his inability to focus. For the briefest moments, his mind turned back to the conversation he had earlier with Sunset on how he should just bang them all if it was meaningless sex.

‘Maybe I’m wrong about how Sonata was acting. Maybe she doesn’t want me for a relationship and I end up making things worse for myself and uncomfortable for them.’

Max looked up as he heard the door to Aria’s room open and close, finding Adagio carrying a small trash can filled to the top with wadded tissue.

“Is Aria sick?”

“Yeah, she didn’t wash the beach off, and apparently after enjoying herself last night, she ended up just passing out and woke this morning like she is now. Miserable, whining for attention, and all that.” She explained, raising her voice as she made her way to the kitchen where she removed the small bag and placed into the larger kitchen trash can, changed the lining and washed her hands.

Max couldn’t help but cringe slightly at the phrasing Adagio used. Did she know? Was she upset? Max shook his head as he decided on a response, “Sick siblings, aren’t they so fun to take care of?”

“Max, I don’t know what led you to believe we are related, but we are not.” She said as she made her way back to the living room.

It took another minute or so for Adagio to finish and wash her hands once more before settling back onto the couch. She took a few seconds of, to Max’s discomfort, exceptionally wiggling her ass to get back under the blankets.

They settled in watching the movie, seeing the obvious fake blood that was spewing across walls in some shopping store. Max raised an eyebrow and looked down as he felt something brush against his leg.

“Am I in your way, Adagio?” He asked, trying to be a little playful, but also maintaining as much innocence as possible.

“Yeah pretty much, I was completely laid out comfortably under the blanket before you plopped your ass on the couch.”

“Holding no punches there?”

“Hey, I had to call in sick to take care of her. I am not in a pleasant mood at the moment.”

Max opened his mouth to apologize when a thought struck him, and hiding the mischievousness he had in mind he simply smiled. He nodded and stood, grabbing a pair of shorts and vanished into Sonata’s room. He made a quick change not bothering to go into the bathroom since, one, Sonata was still at school for a few more hours; and two, Aria may need to run to the bathroom in case she got sick.

Max just tossed his pants onto his pile of stuff before moving to the end of the couch and finding her feet, he lifted them up. Adagio turned her head, a small scowl on her face, as if she wanted to argue. She said nothing as he plopped back down, making himself comfortable and grabbing her legs, he placed them over himself and covered up under the blanket.

While Max ensured he was comfortable and turned his attention to the end of the zombie flick, he left a hand on one of Adagio’s leg for comfort, while the other he easily laid on the arm of the couch.

Adagio bit her bottom lip having the feel of his hand on her leg, the heat emanating from it was not just working her body to sweat, but it was also working to get her turned on. Her mind began to drift as her thoughts became filled with lustful images of Max and her together. Lightly she began to rub a foot along Max’s leg. She was not sure if he would do anything.

The opening scene of the next movie began showing the occasional opening credits in white and darkness in the background. Max felt the soft skin of Adagios bare foot rubbing lightly on his leg. With the slightest smirk, never taking his eyes from the unfolding scenes and lightly ran his hand up along her leg a few inches and back.

A chill ran through her body, allowing goosebumps to rise along her skin. Adagio began to move her foot a little more before finding it brush against something hard from Max’s lap. In shock she turned to look at max as his hands continued to move as before. She saw nothing but the side of his face and a small smirk. Looking down, she could not see anything, but as she continued to brush her foot along the raised member under his shorts, she could see it in her minds eye.

After stroking with her foot back and forth, Max glanced down to the mound moving under the blankets before allowing his eyes to move up along the faint silhouette of her body beneath the blanket. As he reached the point where he knew his hand was, he began to move his hand along with his eyes, the grin on his face growing wicked.

Adagio shivered as she felt his hand begin to move up along her leg. She could not help but to briefly close her eyes and let out a small moan. As she opened her eyes, she could see Max had leaned forward, and was staring her directly into her eyes as his hand moved up to her outer thigh.

He wasted no time in allowing his fingers to explore her lower body without going straight for the prize she was trying her best to keep locked. Adagio looked at him, a finger held between her teeth, her eyes half lidded, and the smallest blush on her cheeks. Max slid his fingertips across the smooth surface of Adagios skin from her hips to her stomach, staying just out of reach of her breasts.

Adagio took a quiet breath, closing her eyes and raising her head against the arm of the couch as his fingers slid over her body.

The sound of coughing, and a familiar miserable voice called, halting the two. Max lowered his head against the blanket, trying to muffle his laughter.

Adagio huffed as her eyes flew open. If she didn’t care for Aria, she would have choked the girl for peace and quiet to enjoy this. It did not take long for Max to pull away, and angrily Adagio removed the blanket and stood. She went to check on Aria and her condition, straining to sound consoling and thoughtful.

Max went back to watching the movie on the television, finding he had missed the entire opening and beginning of the movie. Shortly after he turned his attention to it, he heard movement near him and suddenly a face surrounded by curly orange hair with a few streaks of golds in it blocked his view.

“We are not done.” Adagio simply said before standing straight and heading to the kitchen.

Raising an eyebrow Max pondered what should happen next. His thoughts seemed to center around liking the idea of Adagio jumping onto his lap. He took a moment to look over to the empty hallway and waited. He could hear Adagio’s voice, though she kept it low, no doubt getting pissed about the whole situation. He did not have to wait much longer as he saw Adagio leave the kitchen, arms full of four plastic bottles of water, an entire unopened sleeve of crackers, half a loaf of bread and a new box of tissues. She went into Aria’s room and was gone for several minutes.

Once more, Adagio emerged from the bedroom and went to the kitchen.

Silently, without realizing it, without even processing another thought, Max stood and made his way to the kitchen where the sound of running water could be heard in the pursuing silence of the apartment.

Turning the corner, he could see Adagio washing her hands. In that second he moved grabbing her and pinning her to the wall, a brief look of fear on her face.

“The fuck are you doing?” Adagio demanded.

Max leaned in, letting up the pressure on her arms, ensuring he wasn’t going to hurt her. “Don’t you mean, ‘Who the fuck am I doing’?” he asked before pressing his lips on hers. Adagio for her efforts had some of the fullest, softest lips he had ever encountered. He continued assaulting her mouth before moving his hands from her arms and moved them down to her hips.

Adagio could only return the kiss, while wrapping her arms around his neck. A second later, she could feel her lower body be pulled forward, as Max began to grind their hips together. The sensation of his hard on only made her draw him even further to his mouth as she could feel herself once more getting wet.

Without waiting for more, Max moved faster than Adagio would have thought as he pulled away from her lips and tongue, pressing her back against the wall and dropping to his knees taking her panties with him.

Adagio smiled and began to spread her legs and place her hands on his shoulders.

Max quickly brushed her hands away before standing, shoving one hand between her legs, a finger quickly finding her sex and giving it a few steady strokes. For her part, Adagio took in a quick breath sounding like a hiss from the surprise. She moved her hands from his shoulders, only dropping them a few inches to cover his chest before digging her nails into his flesh.

She was already wet, but not quit enough as he made a few more passes under her. He moved his fingers, deftly using his index finger and ring finger to pry her lips open and slide his middle finger into her just to the first joint. He moved it forward slowly, watching Adagio as she opened her mouth in a quiet scream and lean her head into his shoulder. As he reached the apex of her sex he removed his finger, leaving an almost cold feeling until he connected it to her once more further back. He repeated this once more, before sliding his finger further to the second joint.

Max had meant to continue the teasing, but after a long whine from Adagio, he watched as she moved both of her hands down to his single one and manipulate his finger to move into her further. She took a few seconds to slide him in and out now that she was wetter, making him see she wanted more. So, he waited until she released his hand and followed her physical instructions a few times. Once he was sure she was ready to work a rhythm with the way her hips were barely moving he removed his fingers.

Adagio cried out when she felt him remove his finger from her. He had just started to help her in the build up, as the heat began to gather. She looked up, a glower on her face, until he used his free hand that had been hanging at his side press her back against the wall. His placed his hand just along the top of her shoulder, where he moved his thumb under her chin and used his own physical direction to have her look at him.

Her eyes widened as he lifted the hand that had been working on her pussy, his three fingers glistening in the light of the kitchen and brought them to his lips. There he stuck out his tongue, his eyes never leaving hers, and began to lick at her juices.

As max lifted his tongue to his fingers and tasted Adagio, he could feel his mouth water, and his stomach grumble just the faintest bit as the part of his mind that wanted the sexual encounter to let itself take over. Again he slowly ran his tongue up his fingers, this time going one at a time, his eyes taking in her squirming. Then he settled to allow his tongue to go between his fingers, licking up, twisting his tongue around, folding it back on itself, and anything else he could do to manipulate the muscle.

Adagio let out several whimpers, her body wanting him, as she felt herself begin to trickle her juices. By comparison she did not let loose as Aria, and Sonata did, but at this point of teasing, she knew she was ready to take him.

Max dropped his arm to his side, his eyes staring deep into her eyes. To him, Adagio looked disappointed that his hand did not return a she moved his other hand away as well. With her no longer pinned, Adagio moved forward, reaching to Max, only to find him take a step back from her, his eyes never wavering, never looking away.

“Damn you, Max. Why would you dare to tease me like that if you aren’t going to have the balls finish the job.” She said, her voice shaking in fury. It took all of her willpower to keep from screaming, even to keep from striking him in the face.

What then surprised her, was how fast his hand moved, gripping his fingers just under her chin. In the split second she caught the movement of his hand reaching for her, she was afraid he was going to wrap his fingers around her throat.

“Bedroom, now.” His voice did not suggest, nor did it plea, or ask. It was a command, and one, despite her wanting to not give in could not help but to heed him. She nodded silently and stepped around him and made her way from the kitchen.

She glanced back over her shoulder and was not surprised to find him right behind her, yet what did surprise her was how quiet he was. Not just by the way he was being stoic, but even his movements were silent as he walked behind her. He did not drag his feet, allowing the sound of the carpet brushing against them, nor did he stomp.

Adagio looked forward again as she came to her door and opened it. Inside her room was mostly dark, a little bit of light seeping through the dark purple curtain covering the window over the head of her bed. Her bed itself was large taking up almost all of the space on one side of her room. It’s coverings nice and neatly made, corners creased and also tucked in between the mattress and box spring below held in a metal frame. Her blanket was a dark crimson red, the Egyptian cotton sheets hidden away the same color as well. To the left and end of her bed was a large dresser, the right, a door to her own personal bathroom next to the closet.

All this she knew without having to look around, and made her way to the side of her bed and stood there. She turned as she heard her door close to see Max there, hand hesitating on the handle, his eyes not even bothering to take in her room. As he stared at her, she began to feel uncomfortable and looked away. Her chest heaved, swelling her already large breasts ever so much more. She had wanted this, wanted him, since she knew he had been with Aria, yet some part of her cringed under his stare.

“So, are you going to stay there, staring at me? I am starting to feel a little cold.” As if to show proof, she shivered slightly, the sweat that had, multiple times come from the pores of her skin had begun to drop her body temperature. As well, she was craving his body over hers, forcing more of her moans, and cries from her throat.

A blush erupted on her face as she tried and failed to halt her thoughts.

Rather than say anything, Max reached down and removed his shorts in one swift motion, before tossing his head towards her bed. Adagio climbed up onto the bed and began to move the blanket back and crawl under; She made sure during the entire time, she moved her hips as seductively as she could before throwing her best come hither look over her shoulders as she carefully crawled to the top of the bed and settled underneath.

Max wasted no time making his way over to her bed before climbing over to her. His mouth opened as if to say something, then closed most of the way to lean forward and kiss Adagio once again. Her body felt as if a furnace had suddenly turned on as their lips continued to connect, their tongues wrestling. She could faintly taste herself as they continued, before she felt the blanket being pulled away.

He listed himself away and grabbed her shirt, carefully pulling it up. Adagio lifted her arms to allow him to clear it from her body where he caught her arms by twisting the shirt just slightly. As he did this, he locked her arms over her head and blinded her with the fabric, it was slightly uncomfortable, yet she could move her shoulders and arms just ever so slightly.

Adagio nearly screamed in pleasure and fearful excitement as she felt lips on her breasts. She knew it was him, yet being held like this, and not being able to see him physically brought out just enough fear for her mind to play around with the effect of a stranger in her bed. Then she realized, she technically did have a stranger in her bed. She knew Max, yet she also did not know him, and certainly neither her body, nor her bed knew him. This, however, seemed about to change as he continued, now twirling his tongue around her nipples, before sucking on them a little hard.

“Please, go a little easy on those.” She pleaded quietly, not wanting to have the effect of bruised nipples.

Max seemed to understand as when he went to suckle on her again, it was nowhere near as hard, and even gentle. She shivered more as she felt lips, tongue, and teeth caressing her breasts and nipples.

Just as it seemed he was not going to release her, and her arms began to go numb, he finished removing her shirt. Adagio thankfully lowered her arms feeling the blood rush back into the, the tips of her fingers tingling.

Max seemed to offer an apologetic look as he went in for another kiss.

‘The hell is it with you and teasing me? I wonder if you did this to Aria as well.’

She felt a finger brush down along her body before it came to rest between her legs, slowly pressing into her. With a moan, Adagio opened her legs slightly to allow him better access. He did not take long to begin to work his fingers, helping to wet her sex.

Before she knew it, he pulled away and yanked her legs slightly, drawing her down further, before letting them go. Adagio flashed him a smile as she lifted a leg and playfully ran her foot along his side.

With a grin, Max moved in between her legs, before she wrapped them around him. HE did not wait before pressing his head against her slit, moving it around to spread her fluids over him, leaving a strange feeling. When he was sure they were ready, max eased himself in. Both let out a moan, the feeling of the others body and heat nearly overwhelming.

Max and Adagio began their dance on the bed, their bodies pushing and pulling, the sounds of their voices rising and falling in pitch during heightened moments, and falling at other times. They continued, even when Adagio felt herself climaxing twice, before he came even once. She thought it might be it, yet, after a few breathes, sweat dripping down his body, Max would then take a couple of tentative thrusts. Adagio was surprised to find him once more hardening within her before they began a new dance. In time, the two found their way across the entirety of the bed, the sheets being pulled up into a crumpled mess around their bodies, the blanket sometimes covering them, and other times being thrown off.

The two were so busy with each other, nothing else seemed to matter, and thus did not think to come close to looking at the time.

The blanket had finally met its end on the floor, the sheets fully pulled from every corner oft he bed, and haphazardly hanging off the side of the bed. Adagio moaned as she lifted her body up, her hands keeping her steady with Max beneath her before she allowed herself to drop down feeling herself becoming completely filled. She glanced down as she continued this slow movement, and smiled at the multiples of red lines across his body from where her nails had dug into his flesh. A few spots her and there she noticed tiny dried red spots of blood. This had turned to being a good day, as she finally accomplished what she wanted, Max in her bed, and more in fact, deep within her.

One final rise and fall and Adagio threw back her head, as they both met their final climax. They had been working hard with this one, allowing each other to build and just before reaching the point of no return they would ease back. Adagio let out a satisfied rush of air before allowing herself to settle next to Max, her hand draped across his body.

“Max? Adagio?” They heard from the door.

The two looked up from the bed to see Sonata there, eyes filled with tears, a hand across her mouth. Before either could say anything, she slowly closed the door. The could hear her quiet sobs fade as she made her way from the door.

“Oh no.” Max uttered as he quickly removed himself from Adagio’s side and ran out the door after her on unsteady legs.

Adagio sat up, a perplexed look on her face, “What the fuck was that about?” She asked to the empty space around her.