Freddi

Our lazy day began with the two of us laying on the downstairs couch. It was our first time being openly affectionate away from school. Also, our first time being openly affectionate where Jack could potentially see us.

I lay sprawled on top of Axel, head on his chest, watching Blaze and the Monster Machines. Don't judge me, judge Axel. He seemed to believe that the cartoon inspired children to smoke weed. He proclaimed that telling kids to say 'let's blaze,' proved his theory.

I ignored his nonsense rambling and just watched the silly show. I would have much rather watched Rick and Morty.

Just as I was about to request for Axel to change the channel, his finger skimmed lightly under the waistband of my sweatpants.

"Axel..." I said cautiously, reaching a hand back to grab his wrist. We had a blanket over us but still, someone could have walked in the living room and noticed that Axel's hand was in my honeypot.

"Shh..."

Axel slid his hand down further, past my ass, until he was cupping me intimately through my panties.

Not moving to touch my clit, nor pushing a finger inside of me. His hand was just there, its warmth seeping into my skin, and with the position we were in, his thumb brushed dangerously close to my back entrance.

"Axel please..." I whined, suddenly breathless as I fought the instinct to arch further into his hand. I didn't even know what I'm begging him for. To touch me. To stop touching me. To change the channel.

He moved my panties to the side and glided a calloused finger across my slit, spreading my wetness around and paying special attention to my throbbing clit.

I let out a soft moan and asked shakily, "What if someone notices?"

"They won't know unless you make noise. So, be quiet," he commanded.

His finger that had just been gliding across my entrance suddenly sunk into me, causing me to let out a strangled moan of pleasure and bite Axel's shirtless chest to hide my noises.

"Damn baby girl," Axel groaned, chuckling softly as though my dripping core wasn't practically milking his finger.

Axel thrust the single digit in and out of me slowly, preparing me as he slipped in a second digit. My eyes were closed as I panted, laying on top of Axel, so I didn't notice when she first walked in.

"Hey, Fred."

My eyes shot open instantly at the familiar voice. Heather.

"Talk to her," Axel whispered in my ear, and began sucking a hickey onto my neck, smoothly pretending to be asleep as his eyes were already closed.

"H-Hey Heather," I stuttered as Axel used his thumb to tease my clit.

My best friend gave me a strange but knowing look, before walking into the kitchen. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I shuddered as I came, clenching around Axel's thick fingers.

I turned away from the TV, facing the back of the couch as Axel's fingers remained inside of me.

"Don't blame me for asking this but, I just gotta know," Axel broke the silence.

"What?" I asked, the word coming out muffled, as my face was pressed into the couch.

"Why is your pussy bare?" he asked.

"What?" I blushed as I asked, making sure that I heard him correctly.

"In my experience, it's just most inexperienced women usually have a lot of hair, down there." I closed my eyes, avoiding his question as I unintentionally began thrusting my hips, grinding myself on Axel's fingers.

"Freddi..." Axel whispered in astonishment.

Neither of us had expected for me to do this. It was unintentional. I swear. He should have moved his fingers.

"Answer me," he commanded, trying to regain control.

When I continued to move my hips, ignoring Axel's words, he used his other hand to still my hips. "What? No," I gasped trying to move my hips to find the friction I so desperately needed again.

"Tell me," he ushered, pressing his fingertips into my skin.

"I'm naturally hairless, just please finish me."

Axel groaned at my words but moved his hand letting me rework myself to orgasm. When I came, I shuddered, biting Axel's shoulder to muffle my scream, remembering Heather was just in the kitchen.

"Are you satisfied with my answer daddy?" I mumbled into his chest.

"I need a cold shower thanks to that information," he said, pulling his fingers out of me, placing one in his mouth and sucking my juices off of it.

I watched him mesmerized by the sight. He then held the other finger up to my lips, signaling for me to do the same. I opened my mouth, sucking hard on his finger, I tasted my tangy juices for the second time.

Axel groaned again. "Fucking tease," he muttered before flipping us over as I let out a loud squeal.

. . .

"So... where does your mom think you are?" It was my first question as I entered the kitchen.

Heather looked up from the bowl of pancake mix she was stirring and replied, "Mom knows where I am." I raised a disbelieving eyebrow at her statement and she mumbled, "Dad just thinks I'm at your house."

I snorted at her words and decided to change the subject. "So how was your night?"

"Good," she answered simply, though the secretive smile on her lips let me know that there was more to it.

"Just good? I'd expect better than that from you," I teased, grabbing a strawberry out of the fridge.

She bit her lip, looking down before saying, "Shouldn't I be quizzing you? I mean, you are the one who has a hickey, not me."

I brought my hand up to my neck, covering the spot where Axel was just sucking, blushing from head to toe. "Changing the subject I see? Does that mean he's little?"

Heather chuckled as she poured some of the pancake batter into a pan, "Most definitely not."

"Ew, can you guys not talk about my step brother's dick?" Axel asked, unnecessarily loud as he walked in, grabbing a juice box out of the fridge. Don't ask.

"Don't complain about this and I won't complain about the two of you's exhibitionism," Heather said with a shrug.

I blushed furiously and Axel choked on his juice.

"Thought so." She says with a small smile as she flips the pancake.

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Published: 05/30/17
Edited: 01/15/18 

And again on: 09/22/18  

—Halo