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I answered. I don’t know why. Twenty years of instinct. When your little sister calls three times you pick up, even if her best friend is sitting on your cock.
“Hey Gem,” I said, in what I hoped was a normal voice.
“Why are you breathing like that?”
“Gym. Just got back from the gym.”
“At ten at night?”
Tess, still on top of me, clapped both hands over her mouth. Her shoulders were shaking. Then, wickedly, she started to move again. Slowly.
“Anyway,” Gemma said. “I need a massive favour. Can you help Tess move flat next Saturday? She’s got loads of stuff and you’ve got the van.”
Tess rolled her hips. I made a noise.
“Ben?”
“Yes. Yes. Absolutely. Love to help Tess.”
“Great. I’ll tell her. I’ve been trying to ring her all night, she’s not answering, God knows what she’s up to.”
Tess bit my shoulder to stop herself screaming.
“No idea,” I managed. “Got to go. Bye.”
I hung up. Tess collapsed on my chest, laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe. Then she sat up, still laughing, and rode me hard and fast until we both came in about a minute flat.
The following Saturday I helped her move flat. We made very slow progress. Most of it was the bed.
Ending 8 of 16: Speakerphone. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.