Best Friends Since Kindergarten

Good morning

RYAN

I woke up late the next morning. The clock read 11:20. My head felt surprisingly clear. I yawned and stretched for a moment before I became aware of a weight on my chest. I blinked and looked down at the top of Amy’s head. She was curled up against me, her head resting on my chest. She was still soundly asleep. I blushed as memories from last night came back to me. The taste of her juices, the feel of her tongue and lips, the sounds of her muffled moans in that closet. She had been so wet and tight. Just thinking about it made me hard again. I stroked her hair back from her face gently and examined the hickeys on her neck. I’d really done a number on her. I was already hungry for the taste of her skin again. I wanted to do so much worse with her. I groaned and lay my head back on the pillows. I was such an i***t. And Rob had already figured out something was up. We were not good at keeping secrets. I combed through her hair with my fingers gently, enjoying the silkiness.

Amy made a soft sound, pressing her face harder against me. I held still as she shifted and stretched. She yawned and I felt her eyelids flutter open against my chest. Her fingers traced my abs lightly. My breath caught in my throat as she sent tingles running through me. “Ryan?” she murmured.

“Mm?” I replied, too lost in pleasure to really reply. She stopped drawing on my stomach and propped herself up on a hand to look into my eyes.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked.

“Definitely. You?”

“I think I sleep best when I’m with you,” she said quietly before leaning in to kiss me. I captured her lips with my own and wrapped my arms around her to pull her in deeper. She moaned against my mouth. God I was so hard. As if reading my thoughts, she slid the hand laying against my chest down my body to stroke me over my boxers.

“Amy,” I said huskily. “Are you sure you want to do that?” She looked at me with a mischievous grin.

“Most definitely,” she purred. She slipped her hand inside my boxers and gripped me firmly as she started to jerk me off. I groaned at the sensation of her wrapped around me, tangling my fingers in her hair. She leaned down and pressed soft kisses against my abs as she worked me. I hissed trying to keep myself from making any noise. Amy drew her tongue from my lower abs all the way up to my collar bone, planting kisses on my neck. She nibbled at my ear. “Take your boxers off,” she whispered to me. Obediently, I slipped them off and tossed them to the side, revealing myself to her fully. She sat up properly, then bent over my d**k and lowered her lips around me. I curled the fingers twined through her hair, tugging hard at her scalp. Her tongue stroked me for a minute before she raised the intensity. I groaned deeply as she sucked at my d**k hard and her hand worked me. It took my breath away. I don’t know when she learned to give a blowjob, but she was good at it. I decided not to think about it too deeply. I rocked my hips, thrusting gently into her mouth. She gagged a little on my length, which only made me harder. She picked up speed. Her hands moved with confidence and viciousness. I gasped as she sucked me deeper, her mouth closing tightly down on me.

“f**k, Amy,” I hissed through my teeth. She jerked me harder and my eyes rolled back in my head a little. I looked down at her. She was looking at me with those intense eyes- watching me react to her touch. I was about to c*m. I could feel it starting. “Amy,” I groaned. “Amy, wait-” I gasped. She buried my d**k deep in her mouth and picked up more speed. I tugged hard on her hair as my orgasm started. I filled her mouth with my c*m. I let out a deep groan. “f**k, f**k, f**k,” I gasped. Amy sucked me off through the orgasm, swallowing my c*m without hesitation. She ran her tongue up and down my d**k and swirled her tongue around the tip before finally leaning back. I lay there panting for a moment before practically launching myself at her.

I tugged her shirt off over her head and shimmied her out of her underwear aggressively. She blushed as her body was exposed to me completely. I tugged her into my lap and sucked on her breasts, swirling my tongue around her n*****s and running my hands up and down her body. She moaned my name, making me want her even more. When her n*****s were hard and pointy, I lay back on the pillows, tugging her with me. She looked at me in confusion as I moved her so she was straddling my face. I locked my arms in place around her thighs and pulled her down on me, nipping at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Then I ate her out, stroking my tongue along her folds and delving into her p***y hungrily. She moaned and swayed above me, catching hold of the headboard to keep herself upright. I licked her rapidly from front to back and sucked hard on her c**t. Her soft sounds above me kept me going as I drank her in. I buried my face in her until she was moaning uncontrollably, then slid a finger into her tight p***y and pumped it rapidly. “Ahhhh,” she gasped shakily above me. “Ryan,” she moaned. I sucked harder at her c**t as I finger-f****d her and relished in her whimpers as her body started to writhe. Her orgasm was intense and fast. I drank up every drop of her juices, enjoying every second. I slapped her ass hard as she settled back down, wanting to hear her moan again. She obliged, my name dripping off her lips. I devoured her until she was gasping. Her second orgasm was just as intense as the first. Only when she was begging me to let her breathe did I finally let her go. She climbed off my face, her legs trembling, and flopped over on the pillow next to me. I rolled over to watch her breathe, feeling proud that I’d made her c*m so intensely.

She opened her eyes into mine as she panted. “Jesus, Ryan,” she breathed. I climbed on top of her and pressed my lips to hers hungrily. She grabbed my face and kissed me with just as much passion until we both fell back on our pillows trying desperately to catch our breath. I looked over at her, enjoying the sight of her breathing just as heavily as me. Her eyes were closed, showing off her long lashes. I was opening my mouth to tell her she was beautiful when there was a knock at the door.

“Ryan?” my mom called from the other side. “You awake?” She jiggled the door handle. Amy and I exchanged horrified looks, but thankfully I’d locked it behind Rob last night. Mom sighed.

“I’m awake, mom,” I called out quickly, sitting up on my elbows.

“Ryan, what did I tell you about locking your door at night? What if there’s a fire?” she replied, sounding peeved. I winced while Amy giggled at me. “Is someone else in there?” she added.

“Amy’s here,” I called back after a brief pause. My mom hesitated for a moment.

“Again? Amy, honey, we have a guest room.”  We exchanged a panicked glance.

“That’s okay,” she yelped. “I don’t want to be alone.” She choked on her words while I smirked. “My nightmares have been pretty bad lately,” she quickly covered.

“Dork,” I whispered to her. Amy had always had bad dreams, though, so it really wasn’t the worst excuse in the world.

“Oh, honey! Next time wake me up! I’ll make you some tea to help you sleep.”

“Mrs. Robertson, if there is one thing I respect it’s beauty sleep,” Amy deadpanned. “I wouldn’t do that to you.” I suppressed my laugh. Amy shot me a dirty look.

“Alright, honey. But really, Ryan is such a bed hog.” I scowled while Amy laughed. “Don’t let him bully you.”

“I don’t bully her mom!” I called back. I could hear her sigh heavily.

“Ryan, sweetie, hurry up and get downstairs. I don’t want you ruining your school schedule. I have to go to work but I’m leaving you some leftover French toast for breakfast. I trust you to heat it up without burning the house down?”

“Of course, mom,” I cringed. I’d triggered a couple fires in the past, when I was learning to cook, but she never let it go.

“Have a good day, kids!” We listened quietly as she turned and bounced back down the stairs. I sighed in relief and dropped my head back on the pillow.

“Have I mentioned I love your mom?” Amy asked, eyes twinkling.

“More or less than me?” I queried.

“Hmmmmm definitely more, I think,” Amy teased.

“Liar,” I rolled my eyes. Amy gently grabbed my chin and leaned in for a kiss. Her warmth flooded through me.

“We should get dressed,” I sighed when we pulled apart.

“Probably,” she agreed good-naturedly. She didn’t make any moves to do so though. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against my chest. She nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck and stroked my torso gently. I drew circles on her bare back with my fingers, tracing the ridges of her spine. We lay like that for a long time, though eventually our stomachs growled and we reluctantly agreed we should get up. The clock read 12:45 by the time we finally stood. Amy looked at her selection of clothes helplessly for a minute before tugging her underwear and tights on. She added her bra and then pulled my metallica t-shirt back over her head. It really did look like a dress on her small frame. I decided I could definitely get used to seeing her in my clothes. I pulled on a t-shirt but didn’t bother with pants, just deciding to wear my boxers. Amy came over next to me and stood on her tiptoes, winding her arms around my neck. We kissed hungrily for a moment.

“Breakfast,” I reminded her. She sighed and let me go. I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

“Breakfast,” she agreed. I unlocked my door and we went downstairs. Rob and our younger sister Rachel, who was 12, were both sitting at the table eating sandwiches. Rob was playing on his phone while Rachel read a book. They both looked up at us as we entered the kitchen.

“Amy!” Rachel cried out excitedly. She ran over and hugged Amy’s waist. “Why are you here?” she asked.

“I had a sleepover,” Amy said cheerfully. “We went to a party last night and it was too late to sneak into my house.” Rob snickered. Amy shot him a warning look.

“Why are you with Ryan?” she asked, wrinkling her nose. “Did he make you stay with him? We have a guest room. Or you could’ve slept in my room!”

Amy paused for a moment, not sure what to say. Eventually she settled on “Wouldn’t want to wake you up! And guest rooms scare me.” Amy leaned down to whisper loudly in Rachel’s ear, “Plus Ryan was lonely- it was too sad.” I rolled my eyes while Rachel nodded understandingly.

“He’s a lonely guy,” she said.

“Hey!” I protested.

“It’s true, Ry,” she told me somberly. “You need more friends. You never hang out with anyone except Amy.” Rob cackled openly now.

I scowled and walked to the fridge to get out the French toast mom left for us. She’d placed it neatly in a Tupperware. I turned on the stovetop and put the griddle on the burner while Rachel interrogated Amy about the party.

“Ames,” I called over my shoulder.

“Yeah, Ryan?”

“If you want fruit now’s your chance to cut some up. I would do it for you, but,” I grimaced, “I don’t want to burn the house down,” I muttered. Amy laughed and walked over to the fridge and peered inside. She pulled out some strawberries and washed them before grabbing a cutting board and knife and starting her work. Amy was a pitiful cook, but she could handle fruit at least. It was nice standing next to her while we both worked on our tasks. It felt homey. She shot me a glance from under her lashes and smiled at me sweetly. I felt my heart skip a beat and I blushed. I stared back into her eyes long enough to start burning the French toast. I cursed, turning my attention back to it. Amy laughed softly.

“Seriously?” Rob said as the smell of smoke reached him. “I thought you were trying not to burn the house down this time.”

“Shut up,” I told him as I moved the griddle off the burner. I flipped the burnt toast onto a plate. “That one’s mine,” I told Amy. She grinned at me and scooped some strawberries on top. She poured a copious amount of maple syrup over the whole thing, then went and put the plate at my spot on the table. It had always made me feel special that she knew exactly how I liked things. She knew so much about me. She came back to stand next to me, leaning on the counter as she watched me flip the French toast. I studiously avoided looking at her, not wanting to burn her toast. When it was warm enough, I turned off the burner and slid the French toast off the griddle onto her plate. “All yours,” I told her, looking into her eyes. She blushed. She knew I didn’t just mean the French toast.

I hesitated, glancing over at my siblings. Rob was watching us, but Rachel was deeply involved in her book. Amy caught me by the back of my neck and pressed a kiss to my lips before I could decide whether I wanted Rob to see us. I melted against her for a moment until she let me go and took a step back. We grinned at each other like idiots. She turned and added her strawberries and maple syrup while I poured us glasses of water, then we walked over to the table to eat. Rob watched us knowingly, a wide smile on his face. “You guys are gross,” he teased.

Rachel’s head snapped up from her book. “Wait what?” She looked over at me and Amy, our chairs unusually close together. “Oh my god,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Amy, you can do better.” Amy laughed.

“You never tell Lucy she could do better,” I pointed out.

“That’s because Rob is better,” she said harshly. I glowered at her threateningly. Unphased, she glared right back at me.

“I thought I was your ‘favorite brother’,” I argued.

“Doesn’t make you a better brother,” she said icily.

“Ooof,” Rob laughed. “You need water for that burn, Ryan?”

“Shut up, both of you,” I grumbled and angrily shoved some French toast into my mouth. Amy shot me a grin as she ate. A knock came from the door and Rob practically flew out of his chair and ran to open it. Lucy stood on the other side. They embraced like they hadn’t seen each other in weeks. Rachel watched with loving eyes. She thought they were the perfect couple. I rolled my eyes. Lucy strolled in and sat across from Amy, next to Rob.

“Wondered where you were,” she told her sister. “Morning, Ryan,” she sang cheerfully.

“Hey, Lucy. How was the party for you?”

“I had fun! Looks like you did too,” she wiggled her eyebrows at Amy, eyes on the hickeys. Amy blushed and covered them with her free hand. “I told you so,” she added.

“Told her what?” I asked.

“That you’d be all over her,” she grinned at me widely. I winced. Was I that easy to read?

“Eww,” Rachel helpfully inserted. I shot her another glare.

“Last warning,” I told her.

“Before what?” she demanded.

“Before I take that book and tear out the last 5 pages.” Her eyes widened and she covered the book protectively.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed.

“Oh I most certainly would,” I shot back. She gave me a bitter glance, then got up and stormed to her room. Amy chuckled quietly, not wanting to alert Rachel to her amusement.

Rob eagerly sat forward. “So are you going to tell us what happened now?” he asked excitedly.

“We told you what happened,” I said gruffly.

“You said you would tell me in the morning,” Rob pointed out. Amy giggled. I sighed- clearly I’d been wrong to hope he’d forget that. Suddenly a thought occurred to me.

“Which reminds me, you never told me what happened at the party that shook you up so bad,” I told Amy. She chewed nervously on her French toast, all signs of mirth gone.

“I did say that, didn’t I?” she said.

“Did you do something?” I asked her suspiciously.

“No!” she said sharply. “Look, I just… you’re gonna be pissed.”

I frowned at her. “Tell me.”

She shifted uncomfortably before rapidly blurting out “Andres may have cornered and kissed me in the kitchen when I went to get another drink.” I stared at her, not comprehending. In my peripheral vision, I saw Lucy and Rob exchange nervous glances.

“Andres what?” I snapped at last, feeling my blood start to boil.