Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Three's Company ❯ Dirty Dancing ( Chapter 14 )

 

Alice remained supine on the bed waiting for her breathing and heartbeat to return to normal. She blinked a couple times and realized her vision was a bit off too. Wow! If phone sex could be that mind blowing, she wasn't sure she could handle going all the way for real. She felt the blush heat her face as she remembered the two vibrators. Double wow!

“Liss? Alice? You still there?” Alice reached over to grab the phone, taking it off speaker as she did.

“Yeah, I'm here—still floating, but here.”

“Honestly though, you OK?”

Alice rolled her eyes. “When will you stop asking me that? If I was anymore `OK' I'd probably be dead!” She heard him chuckle and smiled.

“Send me a picture, right now.”

“Are you nuts?”

“I want to see you in the afterglow; all soft and warm and tasty looking…c'mon! Take one and send it!”

She laughed, “Fine, I'm sending it…” She snapped a picture of her face and sent it, “…right now. Face only, you perv!”

“Ha! Takes one to know and all that, love!” She smiled, then giggled when he got the picture and said, “Oh yeah! Look at you all satisfied. You screamed when you came, you know.” He sounded so damn smug.

“No need to gloat. You weren't all that quiet either! Send me one of you,” she demanded.

“Already coming. Well, the photo is anyway, I already came.” He said wickedly.

“Oh my god, you're an ass!” Then she opened the photo and it was a picture of him, dick in hand just as he came. “FINN! MY GOD! You... I…” she dropped the phone trying to hide the picture while he laughed. “You are perverted as hell, you little shit! What if my brother sees that picture?”

“I can only hope!” There was silence as the words registered for both of them. “Alice,” Finn said slowly, “you are aware of whom I was thinking as…the second vibrator, aren't you?”

Alice swallowed, yeah she knew—that conversation on the beach would never be forgotten, but to voice it out loud… Was she ready to do that? To admit, out loud, to something so…verboten…

“Liss, you know how much I'm attracted to you. I've met your brother—”

“Yeah, and I have yet to hear the story of how that happened!”

Finn ignored her, “…and I'm attracted to him as well.” He sounded so reasonable and rational. “You know you're attracted to him too, Liss, whether you admit it or not, you know you are.” Yeah, I know it, she thought as she flashed back to the time she deliberately flirted with Adam in her bedroom. And, no, I'm not ready for what that means, not yet. “And you know what, Liss? I think he's—” He stopped abruptly. She waited, but he didn't continue.

“He's what, Finn? What were you going to say?” Finn expelled a burst of air in her ear.

“You know what? Never mind. That's a conversation I want to have with you on top of me…below me, next to me… You get the picture.” She laughed then groaned.

“I can't believe I'm actually looking forward to you talking dirty about my brother.”

“I'm looking forward to how you react when I talk dirty about your brother!”

She smiled into the phone. “Call me later?”

“Never doubt it,” he replied, made a kissing sound and disconnected.

Alice dropped the phone into the pillow next to her and sighed, replaying everything that had just happened in her head. She was smiling rather smugly when she thought back to Finn's words, or lack thereof. I think he's… What? Hot? Sexy? An idiot? A homophobe? Her good mood dropped as she tried to fill in the blank of Finn's statement.

Just what do you think Adam is, huh Finn?

-

I am a dumbass pervert, Adam thought grimly. Only dumbass perverts got instant hard-on's seeing their sisters in high heels. Of course, the impromptu mini skirt she was wearing didn't help any.

“Mom's going to go apeshit when she sees what you've done with that dress,” he commented as she hobbled by. It was the dress she was supposed to wear to the social. Alice glowered at him.

“Tell me it doesn't look better this way and I'll try to care.” Adam dismissed the dress without another thought. The dress was nothing because he had other worries.

Alice was `practicing walking' in the damn heels and her ass, even covered, still had the power to turn him on. Thank god the fashion for men was baggy pants, although his would never be baggy enough. He put his hand in his pocket and surreptitiously arranged his dick so that, hopefully, it would be less obvious.

“Shit,” she muttered as she stumbled yet again. Adam clenched his teeth. Even her new habit of cursing was sexy. He had to do something to distract himself.

“Alice, maybe you're trying too hard. Relax a bit. Loosen up. Girls all over the world walk, even dance in heels. It can't be that bad.” He offered, knowing it would piss her off. She didn't disappoint.

“Yeah? Well why don't you put the damn things on and walk in them,” she snapped.

“They don't match my suit,” he quipped, “plus they're not my size.” She glared at him.

“Ha, ha.” She stumbled, “Shit!” She viciously kicked off the offending shoes and flopped next to Adam on the couch. “I'm never going to be able to walk in those things! What was I thinking? I must look like I'm walking on two broken legs,” she growled.

No, thought Adam, actually you have this step-swing thing going that is really fascinating to watch. Stop it! He commanded his brain. “It wasn't that bad,” was all he allowed himself to say.

“Hmm,” she made a non-committal sound that caused Adam to really look at her face. She was thinking, and lately, Alice thinking never ended up good for him.

“What?” He wasn't sure he wanted to know and was positive when she turned to him determination in every line of her face.

“I don't care if I can walk. All I need to know how to do is dance in them so I don't embarrass myself or Adam.”

“No.” No, no, no, no—hell no! Adam made a move to get off the couch as thoughts of his dick rubbing against her blossomed in his head, but she grabbed his arm.

“C'mon, Adam! I need you to help me dance!” Desperate self-preservation had Adam shaking his head in refusal before she could finish the sentence. He wasn't up to it today…well, he was up, which was the problem. She glared at him, “Fine,” she snapped, “then can you take me by Finn's? He'll help me.”

Adam stilled. Thoughts of how Finn could and possibly would react to watching his sister's ass move in those heels flittered though his mind. He could see in his mind's eyes how that bastard's green eyes would heat up and he'd wind up playing grab-ass with Alice and…

Strangely enough, his dick kind of jumped while he was imagining this. That he did NOT want to think about. He looked at Alice, who was working her pitiful look to the max to get him to do what she wanted. And what she wanted, for now, was to dance with him. You know you want to, the thought floated treacherously through Adam's mind. He really did want to dance with her, but he couldn't let her know that. So, he groaned as if in pain.

“Fine! Whatever! I'll dance with you so you can practice in your hooker heels!” Instead of being offended, Alice got this odd look on her face before flashing him a super bright smile.

“Mitsu calls them something else, but your description is not far off.” She hopped up to turn on the radio. It was always on one of three stations; gospel, classical or a bible talk show. She fiddled with the knobs—no modern radios in this house except for the ones in his and Alice's rooms—until she found a slow R&B song playing. “Ooo! I love this song!” She hurriedly put her heels on and looked at him expectantly. Self preservation struggled with lust briefly before fleeing in retreat at the strength of lust and Adam put his arms up to dance. Alice grinned and awkwardly moved into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing way to close to his…

“Whoa,” Adam pushed her away, “you don't need to get that close,” he said, attempting to hide his response to her closeness. Alice gave him a steady look.

“I'm going to be dancing with Finn as close as I can get to him. Deal with it.” He glared at her.

“Yeah, well don't forget it's me dancing with you right now.” She snorted.

“Not hard—Finn always smells good! You, however, stink! I mean did you even shower today?” They glared at each other irritated for reasons neither one wanted to acknowledge.

“If you really want to do this, then let's go,” Adam ground out. Alice stomped over to him, and pointedly put her arms around his neck. Adam grabbed her waist and…his anger and irritation was gone, just like that, as he took note of things a brother probably shouldn't.

He didn't think she was wearing a bra.

The heels made her a bit taller, so her head fit perfectly at his shoulder.

Her hair smelled like something citrus-y.

She couldn't be wearing a bra.

He could feel her breasts move against him.

She wasn't wearing a bra—he confirmed it by smoothing his hands down her back before gripping her waist.

All he had to do was lift her a little and he could rub that aching part of him against her…

“Are we gonna dance or just stand here?” Adam blinked.

“Yeah, uh,” the song that Alice had stopped for had long since ended and now the radio jockey was announcing a new block of music, “just waiting for the music to start again, unless you want to dance to our own music?” Alice gave him a dry look that said `uh, no' and waited. Then the music started and they began to move.

Well, sway mostly.

Adam knew how he'd dance with one of his girlfriends—his hands would be on her ass and he be making sure she got a feel of what was to come. He'd have at least six inches between him and the church girls—it wouldn't surprise them if they got pregnant just from coming into contact with a male. But with Alice, he had a compulsion to do both. His fingers were twitching with the desire to go lower.

Bet you ain't know that I be checking you out
When you be putting your heels on
I swear your body's so perfect baby
How you work it baby yea
I love the way that you be poking it out
Girl give me something to feel on

 

Damn! He just keyed in on the song and the lyrics. They were a little too close to accuracy for his peace of mind.

I've been waiting all day to wrap my hands
Around your waist and kiss your face
Wouldn't trade this feeling for nothing
Not even for a minute

 

Ah god! Alice had snuggled up against him and he could feel the fullness of her breasts—bra-less breasts rubbing against him. His eyes closed briefly as he battled with the desire that was quickly building up. Ah, to hell with it, he thought recklessly and allowed his twitchy fingers to twitch lower.

There goes my baby
(ooo girl look at you)
You don't know how good it feels to call you my girl
There goes my baby
Loving everything you do
Ooo girl look at you

 

Adam's breathing hitched as his trembling hands finally reached the Promised Land. He let out a shaky sigh as his hands closed on two lovely globes of Alice, better yet, she didn't scream and…and…dammit it to hell her ass was wonderful! It didn't just look good, it felt it too! He was caught up in his own feelings; probably why he didn't realize that he was squeezing her ass cheeks tighter and tighter. He also didn't notice that in doing so, she was getting a pretty clear read on how it was affecting him.

-

Alice's breath caught as Adam's hands closed around her ass. Her brain was full of exclamations marks and questions marks. Of course she'd noticed that he'd been a little…aroused (not embarrassing with Finn; major embarrassing with Adam) when they started dancing—it was pretty hard to miss, but figured it was just a `male' reaction and ignored it. She figured he was just imagining she was one of his girlfriends.

It was hard to ignore to hands on your ass. Plus, he was getting more…aroused.

And…so was she.

She tried to control her breathing when Adam began massaging her ass. Every time he did this, he'd pick her up slightly and lower his body slightly so that his…penis would rub against her…against her.

It felt good.

No, better than good.

Good was a weak word.

She'd think of a better one in a minute…

What was she thinking about again?

Adam was pressing her harder against him, lifting and rubbing her in steady strokes. Biting back a moan, Alice opened her legs a bit wider and was rewarded when he slid her over the length of his dick. The denim of his pants was flush against her panties and she could feel him; he was hot, hard, thick and long. She wanted to move, but was afraid he'd remember it was her and stop—she'd die if he stopped now! That in mind, she kept a death grip around his neck.

They no longer heard what song was playing—it didn't matter. There were no parents home now, but they could walk in at any minute and they'd be hard pressed to explain what they were doing.

Alice didn't care. She didn't think Adam did either.

One of Adam's hands went under her skirt and touched her there and she jerked in response. She pressed her face into his shirt and tried to concentrate on breathing. She jerked again when he touched her there again. That did it; now she had to move. She waited a beat and then moved at the same time Adam did, adding to the intoxicating friction that he'd started.

“Ah, damn, Liss,” he groaned into her hair. Alice's eyes widened. He knew he was doing this with her? All rational thought fled and began to gyrate against him with more enthusiasm.

Adam lifted her up and propped her knees on either side of him so she could have better balance and he better leverage.

Alice wondered, very briefly, how they'd gotten to a table. Then it didn't matter because Adam had worked her underwear so he could palm her bare ass and his fingers…had the tendency to wander.

Her nipples had hardened to the point where they were painful and Alice tried to gratify them by pressing them against Adam's chest, but it wasn't enough.

“Adam,” she breathed softly and lifted herself up until her breasts were in his direct line of sight. He stared at them like a man transfixed before slowly burying his face and nuzzling them almost reverently.

Not what Alice wanted. Or needed, for that matter.

God! Did he take this long with all his girlfriends? She tried to move faster against him, but his hands prevented her from doing so and he refused to change his rhythm.

“Adam,” she begged, but her voice was muffled against his chest. She heard uneven, ragged breathing and was unable to tell if it was hers or his. His fingers wandered again, causing her to jerk in response yet again.

She came to a realization.

Adam was a tease.

She wanted—needed to come.

“Damn you, Adam!” She groaned against his chest.

Just as he bit her nipple through her shirt.

Just as his fingers went inside her and…

Alice closed her eyes and…shattered into a million pieces.

His hips moved against her as she came and came.

She vaguely felt him jerk a couple times and then heard more than felt his harsh breathing.

Alice opened her eyes and took a shaky breath. Incredible, she thought. Wait till I tell Finn! All the worries she'd had talking to Finn the other day were gone as if they never existed. This was right, even if some saw it as wrong. She lifted her head to tell him so when something caught her eye. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw her teeth marks on Adam's shoulder. She had ripped his damn shirt!

“Oh my god, Adam! I'm sorry! I didn't even realize what I was…” She slowed to a stop because Adam was looking at her strangely. As if he had no idea who she was. “Adam? Are you okay?” He said nothing. Just lifted her and gently sat her down on the dining room table and began walking away. She was about to call to him again but she got a glimpse of his face.

It was disgust.

Could be loathing, too.

Toward her.

Alice watched him walk out the house without a word; heard his car start and pull away. It took her a few minutes to gather her frayed emotions together and change the radio back to a parentally approved station and turn it off. Then she went upstairs to take a shower. She knew it would be useless.

She couldn't wash away Adam's expression—it was burned in her brain.

-

Adam drove not knowing where exactly he was headed, except that it was away from Alice. …I didn't realize what I was… `Doing', she was probably going to say. What she was doing with her brother for chrissakes! He let loose a string of cuss words that would've had his parents saying prayers over him for the next week. He laughed harshly. Imagine the prayers if they knew what you just did with your SIS-TER! His hands tightened on the wheel. A horn from a driver he almost side swiped brought him back to his senses enough to realize the need to pull over.

He did so and rested his head on the steering wheel. He lifted his head up and banged it a couple times in frustration. He needed to talk to some-damn-one who wouldn't preach to him or look down on him or…

All his thoughts paused and he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. He opened it and stared at a number he'd added to his contacts after his sister had used his phone that one night. I'm really thinking about calling him? Isn't he the enemy?

…I know her better than you…

“I hope you're right,” muttered Adam and pressed the talk button.