Sexiplicity Ch. 02

I woke up late, panicked and then realized it was Saturday. It took me a minute to realize that yesterday was real and not a dream. I was afraid to speak or even think because I didn't want to hear his voice in my head. I was hoping he was gone. No such luck.

"Good morning! It's a glorious day for some pussy!" he said.

I decided I had to get out of the house before he took control and my nightmare continued. I dressed and snuck downstairs but found the house empty.

Mom had left a note: Gone shopping for food, didn't want to wake you. Tiffany is at work, I hope, be back soon.

"Good, you can't fuck what's not here!" I said to my new personality.

Just then the doorbell rang. First thing I thought was, "shit, who could that be?"

I went to the door, opened it and Becca was standing there.

"Oh, shit yes! Let's fuck her, big boy!" the voice blurted. "Look at the size of those tities! And that ass! So much to hold. We could pound that for days!"

I could scarcely say hi to her he was ranting so much. I finally managed.

"Hi, Peter... I came over to see how you're doing. I brought you some soup."

It was then I realized it was almost noon and she had brought me some lunch and to inquire about my head after the accident.

"Thank you, Becca..."

"Ask her to come in dumb fuck, don't make me!" the new Peter said.

"Do you want to come in?"

"Sure," she said.

"My mother's shopping, I'm home alone."

"Oh... okay... is it okay if I come in then?"

"You stupid idiot, why'd you have to say that?" he yelled at me in my head.

"Yes, its fine," I covered.

"Good boy. Now tell her how nice she looks," he said. "Or do you want me to do it?"

"You look very nice today, Becca," I said, nervously, but not wanting dick head to tell her how hot she was and that he loved her big tits and wanted to play motor boat with them.

"Thank you, Peter," she said walking inside and setting the soup on the entry table.

"I'll put this in the fridge. Have a seat," I said, picking up the soup and heading to the kitchen while she sat on my couch.

"Go sit next to her, like close!" new Peter said as I returned to the living room.

I was so nervous for two reason. The first because I'd never had a girl at my house without my mother being home. The second because I didn't know if and when new Peter was going to take over my body. I figured I'd appease him and hope he left me in control. So, taking my own advice, I sat down next to Becca as close as I could without seeming odd.

"So how are you feeling," she asked.

"Better. I'm a little sore where the car hit me and the ground but my head doesn't hurt much now," I answered.

"That's good... I was so worried about you and also wanted to thank you for what you did in the girl's locker room. I'm so ashamed you had to see that."

"Those jerks shouldn't have done that and shouldn't have even been in the girl's locker room. I'm sure they will not even get in trouble because the basketball team can't lose all five starters, not this year when they are doing so well."

"I know, it's terrible what they get away with, I'm just glad you stood up to them."

"Yeah, sort of and almost died running." I said.

"You did great," she said reaching for my hand.

She held my hand and I held hers and we kind of paused in our conversation.

"Now's your chance! She totally wants you... lean in for a kiss!" Evil Peter said in my head.

Becca was looking right at me, our eyes were locked and I knew if I didn't do it, he'd take over so I inched closer to her face and she inched closer to mine and slowly we kissed for the first time holding hands. It was just a quick little kiss ending way too fast for evil Peter.

"Kiss her again and move your hand to her leg, then up to her huge tits," he was telling me.

"That's not going to work, not with Becca," I screamed back.

"We'll see," he said and I lost my control.

I was helpless as he moved toward her again, kissing her and this kiss lasted much longer and he even pushed his tongue past her lips. He was going too far, he was pressing her, moving our body closer and now his hand was on her leg, slowly moving up. She was still kissing us which kind of shocked me even as his hand went up toward her breast. Right before he made contact with her boob, voices outside, loud voices, made Becca pull away and end the kiss.

"What's going on out there?" she asked.

"Who cares... now where were we?" Evil Peter answered.

"Peter, I think it's your mother," Becca said, hearing the shouting again.

She got up and went toward the door. We followed her as she opened it.

Outside my mother was yelling at no other than Cobi. He was walking his dog and apparently had let it shit on my mother's flowers. She had a broom in her hand and had apparently hit him with it.

"What the fuck, lady!" Cobi yelled.

"You're the one, letting your dog crap on my flowers... you are a horrible dog owner," she said trying to hit him with the broom again.

"Damn, lady I'm just giving you free fertilizer, no need to hate," he returned, dogging her broom and laughing.

"You miscreant... get off my property and take your dog with you," my mother screamed.

"Everyone shits lady, not my fault my dog likes to do it on your yard," he laughed.

That's when Becca went outside and headed toward Cobi. We followed. Evil Peter still in control.

"Mom, do you need my help," new Peter asked.

Cobi looked at me, giving me an "I'll kill you" look, but new Peter wasn't afraid.

"No, thank you, sweetie. He was just leaving," Mom said.

"Oh, so this is your house, dork... how's the head?" Cobi asked.

"What? Do you know each other?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, we go to school together... Cobi's on the basketball team," new Peter said.

"Damn, man... you never told me your mom was so hot and juicy," Cobi said, eyeballing my mother.

"I beg your pardon, young man?" Mom turned on him again.

"Oh don't act so surprised, not with tits and an ass like that," Cobi said.

"Young man you have terrible manners... I have a mind to call your mother," my mother yelled.

"Oh don't act so proper, lady... I've seen you... seen how you look at me and the boys playing basketball in the park with our shirts off. You take twenty minutes to walk a block, gawking at all of us."

Mom's face went bright red... what Cobi had said must be true.

"Don't blame you... single lady like you, not getting your needs met... maybe if you ask nice I'll do you a solid and tap that ass," Cobi said.

"How dare you... get, get, get," Mom screamed swinging her broom.

Cobi just laughed and he and his dog walked away. "See you at school, looser. And say hello to your sister for me," he turned and said as he walked away.

"What a horrible boy," Mom said turning back to me and Becca.

Evil Peter was still in control and I couldn't stop him from asking my mother if what Cobi had said was true.

"So... you and Cobi eh, Mom. Like checking him out... all hot and sweaty," we said.

"Now, Peter... you can't believe what that boys says," Mom covered but I could tell by the shade of red on her face she was busted.

"Now help me in with the groceries. Nice to see you Becca," Mom said changing the subject.

Evil Peter helped my mother in with the groceries and Becca helped as well until the minivan was empty.

"So, Becca did you come by to check on Peter?" Mom asked as she started putting things away.

"Yes, ma'am, I brought some soup," Becca replied.

"Oh how nice of you. Isn't that nice, Peter?" Mom asked.

"Yes, it was... I've already thanked her. We're going to go up to my room," Evil Peter said, grabbing Becca by the hand and pulling her along.

"Oh... well okay, dear," my mother called after us.

"Are you sure it's okay to be in your room alone?" Becca asked as we were climbing the steps to my attic room.

"Sure. Mom was fine with it," Evil Peter said.

He let Becca in my room first and then closed the door when we walked in. Becca was standing in the middle of the room looking around.

"So this is it... my room... where the magic happens," he said.

Becca turned around to face us with a perplexed look on her face, "Magic?" she asked.

"Yeah, want to see?" he asked, walking toward her.

She hesitated as we came to stop right in front of her. She was much shorter than us and evil Peter looked down at her giving me an eye full of her large breasts.

"Magic?" she asked.

"Magic, he responded and wrapped his arms around her, moving in for another kiss. She didn't stop us, just tilted her head up and met our lips as we moved down to hers. The kiss was long, nice and maybe even magic. I couldn't believe she was kissing us and how much she seemed to like it. I was always afraid to try anything with her or instigate a thing and now the second day with evil Peter and he was already kissing her with tongue.

We continued kissing her and evil Peter was moving his hands on her back. I could feel her bra strap through her shirt and as we kissed I could feel my cock growing in my pants. Soon it was going to be very noticeable especially up against her body. Evil Peter didn't seem to mind... he probably wanted her to feel it. He pressed the kiss, hotter and wetter and she went with it. Her large breasts smashed against us, feeling really good. He walked her backwards to my bed and she bumped into it before falling over onto it.

We were fully erect in our pants, practically poking out the top. Evil Peter climbed up on the bed with her and laid down on top of her, mashing our cock between her legs. This broke the kiss.

"Good heavens, what is that?" she asked looking down.

"It's me..." Evil Peter said.

"You? You mean your... oh... oh!" Becca gushed... "It's so big?"

"Yes, it is..." Peter said, kissing her again and pressing our cock harder on her pubic bone.

"Peter... this, might... be... too... fast," she tried to say between kisses.

He forced another kiss and pressed our hard cock harder against her.

"Peter! Stop!" Becca called out, pushing us away.

"What's wrong? Don't you want this?" he asked, falling to the side of her on our bed.

"Peter! What's come over you... this is the first time we've even been alone in a room together and you've kissed me at all. Now you're pressing that thing so hard and kissing me like we've been a couple for years."

"That thing? You mean my penis?"

"Yes, what's going on?"

"I... just wanted to kiss you... I've wanted to for a long time. I'm sorry I went too far," Evil Peter said, but I knew he wasn't sorry, maybe sorry she stopped him.

"I want to kiss you... I do Peter but this is so sudden so fast and you're so big... why are you so big?" she asked.

"That's what happens when guys get aroused, Becca," he said.

"I know that, Peter... I'm not stupid... but why are you that big?" she asked, looking down at the massive bulge in our pants.

"I think it's from my Dad... I don't know... do you want to see it?" he asked.

"What? No! Good heavens," she blurted.

"Sorry, you just seem curious."

"I can't believe we are talking about this... my mother would kill me," she said.

"You're mother isn't here and you brought up my penis."

"Yeah... I did... well it just surprised me. It seemed like you had something big and hard in your pocket like a flashlight or something," she said awkwardly.

"Nope, that's just me... all me."

"Umm... from your dad you say?"

"Yeah, that's the best I can guess. It's not going to bite, Becca."

"I know... it's just... well it's rather large, Peter."

"I know and if you keep this up I will show you, because I think you want to see it since you can't stop talking about it."

I hated evil Peter but I kind of had to admire him as well. He had a way of getting what he wanted, something I lacked.

Becca hesitated and I wondered what she'd say. "I've never seen one... well, in real life. But I know that's a big one."

"Yeah, it's above average," he said, undoing the button on our pants.

"Peter? What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm going to show you... I think it's about time you got to see a real one. You are eighteen after all."

"Umm... well... okay... but just a quick peak... you're mother's just downstairs," Becca said.

I was kind of speechless... letting evil Peter have his way without a fight... I was kind of curious to see how far he went and how far Becca would go. I mean, this wasn't like it was my sister again.

He undid our zipper and shimmied out of our pants. Becca's eyes were glued to our crotch, she really wanted to see it. I felt my cock throbbing in just our underpants, it was excited, begging to be seen.

"Okay, here you go," evil Peter said, pulling down our underwear.

Becca gasp as our huge cock came into view, hovering over our body with a bead of pre-cum just then appearing out of the slit. The head was plump and darker toned than the shaft, almost purple. Large veins stood out in high relief along the extensive shaft and it pulsed and moved on its own with the blood coursing into it. Becca's face was awed, her eyes were wide and her mouth had dropped open.

"Peter... it's huge! Almost as big as my arm."

He didn't say anything, just let her stare at it. That's when she noticed the pre-cum.

"Why is it leaking?" she asked.

"It does that when it gets excited."

"Oh... like girls do. I didn't know guys did that too."

"Yep."

She actually sat up to get a better look. So much for a quick peek. I was kind of stunned this was happening and hadn't said a word to evil Peter.

"Wow, it's pulsing and look at all the veins," she said.

"Do you want to touch it?" he asked.

This brought her attention away from our cock and to our face again.

"What? Oh, no... I couldn't... Mom would..."

"Your mother isn't here Becca and you're not a little girl," Peter said, using her dislike for her mother to his advantage.

"I know that, Peter... it's just... I really shouldn't."

"Aren't you curious?" he asked.

She turned her head and looked back down at our cock. The pre-cum had moved down slowly, forming a drop about ready to dangle from our head. I watched in disbelief as she moved her hand toward our cock, hovering just above the shaft and finally using one finger to touch the middle. Just that simple touch made our cock lurch on its own and she pulled her finger back.

"It moved? Did you do that?" she asked.

"No, it kind of just did it on its own, spontaneously," he replied.

"Weird," she said, reaching out again.

She touched the head this time, making it move again and running her finger over the V shaped glands to the oozing slit and even touching the pre-cum. She then rubbed her fingers together with the juice.

"Slippery," she said.

He nodded.

She proceeded to run her finger through the pre-cum, over the V and down the shaft, right along the ridge the urethra passes through to the bladder. The sensation was incredibly stimulating and a moan escaped our lips. Unfortunately this made her stop.

"Oh... that felt good didn't it? I really shouldn't be doing this," she said pulling her hand away.

"What did you expect?" he asked.

"Well, I wasn't thinking about you, per say... just wanted to know how it felt and didn't think it would turn you on. Which, now that I think about it was stupid."

"It wasn't stupid... we're just exploring," he said.

She looked down again at our cock, more pre-cum had oozed out and was dripping down to our stomach.

"You're leaking a lot... kind of funny," she said.

He chucked with her. She reached out again and touched our right testicle, then the left.

"So these are the things that hurt when you boys get hit in the crotch," she said, moving the loose skin around our balls.

"Yeah, got to be gentle with them," he said.

"Boys are weird."

She stopped touching our balls and went back to the shaft but instead of just running her finger over it she used it to lift our cock up and noticed the resistance.

"Oh, it doesn't want to be moved this way," she said letting it go.

It flipped back just falling short of slapping our tummy. The pleasure was incredible but he suppressed his moan, thinking she'd stop if she knew it felt good."

"Yeah, when it's hard like this it's pretty much in that position only."

"That's so you can penetrate a woman," she said. "I learned that in biology."

"Right, I guess so," he said.

"Your semen comes from the same hole as your urine, its called ejaculation," she said touching my slit and rubbing her finger in the slippery pre-cum.

I thought I might scream the pleasure was so intense and somehow evil Peter didn't let on that it felt so very good. She was oblivious to what she was doing to us and it was kind of cute in a way but also torture.

"Yeah, learned that too in biology... somehow sex stimulates ejaculation and millions of little sperms come out of your testicles," she said, running her slippery fingers down our shaft again to our balls.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot that felt good," she said, even though he didn't moan.

"I'm fine," was all he said as I felt our heart pounding in our chest and our arousal spike from the finger of Becca.

"I wonder how sex makes that work. I guess it's the friction," she said, running her finger back up to the head. "I mean if my finger feels good just on this one part, sex must feel really good. Good enough to make you ejaculate," she said, thinking out loud.

"Make sense," he said, struggling to stay in control.

"I'm still a virgin, so I don't know much more than that," she said, removing her fingers.

"To tell you the truth, so am I," evil Peter said. "I've never seen a girls privates either."

"Oh... well you wouldn't want to see mine," she said.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Cause of my mom," she said, laying back and propping her head up on her elbow.

Our cock continued to pulse and ooze even though she had stopped touching it.

"You're mom? What does she have to do with it?"

"Okay, so this is really personal but I figured since we're sharing I'll tell you. Mom won't let me shave my pubic hair. She how you're is all nice and trimmed. Well, I can't do that so you can imagine what it looks like."

"You're mother sounds awful," he said.

"She is... she won't even let me groom myself... who does that?"

"What would she do if you did? Sounds like you want to," he asked.

"Don't dare find out. She just says it's an abomination. The other girls laugh at me and tease me... that's kind of why the basketball team did what they did to me."

"That's horrible. I think you should do it if you want to. You're eighteen, go against what you're mother thinks. If you hate it so bad, trim it off."

"I'd really like to. But I don't really have anything to do it with. My razor would take days to get through it. Even if I did dare disobey.

"You know what... this is bullshit. I have a trimmer right here in my room. If you want, we can do it right now!" he said.

"Serious?"

"Yes, I'll even help you. I'll help you trim it and get to see a girls privates all at the same time."

She heisted, thinking about it. "Well, I did get to see you... and I'd really like to trim it off so I don't get made fun of."

Evil Peter, rolled off the bed onto our feet, pulled up his pants and went to our dresser. He returned to the bed with the trimmer. We use it for a few things, trimming our sparse facial hair and pubes. Now it seems he was going to use it to trim Becca's. I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't excited.

"This should do the trick?" he said to her, climbing on the bed again.

"Okay, wait, let me think about this," she said, taking the trimmer from our hand.

She looked at it, even turned it on and thought about what she was contemplating.

"You know what... screw it! Let's do this," she said.

"Cool with me. But I better lock my door," he said, taking us across the room, locking the door and quickly returning to the bed.