Antonio fidgeted in his seat, wanting to get out of class quickly. Angelica was picking them up from school today, and he’d never seen her apartment before. He’d been looking forward to this since this afternoon, when her younger sister, Alexia, had informed him of the change of plans.
He was a senior in high school, had already gotten into a few colleges, and had recently prioritized friendship over grades, knowing it didn’t matter for the rest of the semester. Antonio and one of his best friends, Alexia, had been growing closer and closer as of late, and he knew he would forever think of her as one of his closest companions.
Antonio had a warm, olive complexion that complemented his dark, expressive eyes. His short, curly black hair often seemed to have a mind of its own, adding to his charming, slightly disheveled look. He had a slender build, and was slightly taller than average in height. Antonio's smile was his most striking feature, lighting up his face and drawing others to him. He had a casual, laid-back style, often seen in jeans and sneakers, though he didn’t really care much about his wardrobe.
His last class of the day was English with Alexia, and they sat next to each other, passing notes from time to time as their teacher, Mrs.Price, pretended she didn’t notice.
Alexia was a senior in high school with long, very curly hair that cascaded past her chest. Her hair was her pride and joy, and she took great care in maintaining its health- he knew this from having to watch her care for it on the daily, even after watching a late night movie together. Alexia had a tan complexion, slightly lighter than Antonio and her bright, expressive eyes sparkled as she spoke.
Alexia had on a flowy bohemian-style blouse with intricate embroidery and bell sleeves. She paired the top with high-waisted jeans that hugged her curves in all the right places, and a pair of brown leather ankle boots that added a touch of rustic charm to her look. Alexia accessorized with silver hoop earrings and a delicate necklace that shimmered in the light. She always seemed to be on top of the latest fashion, though leaned towards a darker look, preferring black lipstick over anything pink.
Antonio figured she copied a lot of her sister’s style, a woman who had just opened her own hair salon in the area, and was so good at her job her business had begun booming even after a few months.
They usually hung out at each others’ houses, spending late nights setting up a tall mound of pillows and blankets and snacking until daylight while watching movies, but Alexia had missed her sister as of late, mainly because she’d been so busy with her job, and had asked if they could go to Angelica’s apartment instead while she had the rare day off.
Antonio had been in high school at the same time as Angelica, though after she had graduated and moved out, he saw her less and less, with only a few glimpses here and there when he visited Alexia. They were never very close with the age gap, but he had always loved Angelica. She was outgoing, a great role model, and typically the center of attention. She never seemed to care what people thought of her, and did things the way she wanted to, and it made people extremely drawn to her, and rightly so.
He had wondered what her apartment was like, partly because of curiosity as to how Angelica would style her own home, and partly because Antonio couldn’t wait to move out and decorate his own place. And that was why as soon as the bell rang, he sprung out of his seat, and hurried Alexia along so they could get to Angelica as soon as they possibly could.
They laughed and discussed how dumb the latest Shakespeare play was as they pulled their jackets out of their lockers and followed the rest of the students out of the school building. “Is she here yet?” he asked, looking around to see if he could spot her dark blue 2010 Ford Fiesta.
Alexia scrunched her nose, pulled out her phone, and said, “she messaged a few minutes ago saying she’s here…” they scanned the crowd, and finally spotted her car in between two large minivans. Angelica, not realizing they had spotted her, opened the door and slipped out, her boots clicking against the asphalt as she did.
Antonio couldn’t help but stare at her. She was just as beautiful as he had remembered. She had a warm, olive complexion that glowed with a natural radiance, complemented by her dark, flowing hair, which was less curly than her younger sisters’ and framed by side bangs that she styled herself. Angelica's eyes were a piercing brown, framed by dark, dramatic makeup that added to her allure. Angelica wore a black, off-the-shoulder top with intricate lace details paired it with a high-waisted, burgundy skirt that fell to her knees. On her feet, she wore black leather ankle boots with silver buckles. Her makeup was dark and dramatic, with smoky eyes and deep red lipstick that accentuated her features.
How could anyone not focus their attention on her? She commanded attention, and he was so excited to talk to her, and get to know more of what’s going on in her life. She finally spotted them, and they ran up to her, with Alexia immediately going for a quick hug. “Hey! Excited for a fun evening?” She asked, looking between the two of them.
“You have something planned?” Alexia asked, slipping into the back, Antonio was about to follow, but Angelica stopped him, grabbing his arm and pulling him back.
“Nah, you’re sitting up here with me. I don’t want to seem like I’m driving some sort of taxi.” He nodded, and proceeded to walk to the other side of the car.
They fastened their seatbelts, and Angelica turned around to say, “nothing planned, thought we’d just hang, maybe play some video games. I missed you, sis.”
“I missed you, too. You’re always so busy now,” Alexia said, “and our parents are so much more annoying now that they can only nag at me.”
“You were always the better kid between the two of us,” Angelica said. “Now they have to find something wrong with you so they can keep nagging.” She laughed. Antonio hadn’t realized it, but he had really missed her laugh. He hadn’t heard it in what felt like months.
“Now, tell me, are you two dating yet?” Antonio had been looking out the window, watching the streets, but abruptly turned his head back and gaped at her, his face turning red.
“No!” They yelled at the same time.
“Why do you always have to bring this up when we hang out?” Alexia groaned. “It makes it soo awkward…”
“Because I’ve never seen two people so compatible with each other,” Angelica explained like it was obvious, “and I know you guys hang out like every single day now.”
“No we don’t,” Alexia retorted.
“Okay, when was the last time you didn’t hang out?” Angelica asked as she turned left into a street Antonio wasn’t too familiar with.
Alexia thought about it for a few seconds, and Antonio could see her shaking her head from the rearview mirror. “Uh…”
“Exactly,” Angelica said, and pressed her nose with her index finger, "an older sister always knows these things.”
Alexia rolled her eyes, but didn’t respond. Angelica flashed a smile at Antonio, and said, “what do you have to say for yourself, huh?” She nudged her elbow against her arm affectionately. He didn’t know what to say. The truth was, he thought both the sisters were extremely attractive. They were both his type, with hourglass figures, and curves that he couldn’t help but stare at when he thought they weren’t paying attention. He was also into their personalities, with Angelica being more playful, but Alexia having a more thoughtful side. He never acted on it, though, mostly because he didn’t want to ruin the friendship they had developed all these years, and also because he was too damned shy to do anything about it. Alexia never showed she’d ever wanted to be more than friends with him, either. Besides, they were likely not going to be going to the same college.
“I don’t know what to say, we’re not into each other like that,” he replied, looking out the window again and hoping she’d change the subject.
“Then what are you into?” She prodded.
He turned to look at her again, with Alexia groaning in the back, “do you have to make ALL of my friends uncomfortable?”
“Hey, that’s what an older sister is supposed to do. Besides, I’ve known Antonio just as long as you have. He’s just as much my friend as he is yours,” she smirked.
He thought about it and said, “I don’t really have a type. I’ve never been in a relationship with anyone.”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t look up girls online,” she grinned. “Don’t pretend you don’t watch porn.”
Alexia gasped, and Antonio’s face was back to being bright red. “I don’t…” he stammed, “I don’t look at porn…”
“Yeah right. You’re a teenage boy!” Antonio had been so flustered he hadn’t noticed that they had arrived at the apartment, with Angelica pulling up into her parking space. She definitely had the knack of getting the rise out of both of them. “We can talk about that later,” she winked. “Come, let me show you my awesome place. You’re going to be so jealous little sis.”
“I can’t believe you’ve never brought me here before,” Alexia said, getting out of the car too.
“I don’t want our parents seeing it,” Angelica replied matter-of-factly. “They’d judge me too hard.”
“Makes sense,” Antonio said. Angelica locked the door, and the two of them followed her to the elevator, with Antonio feeling more and more impressed by the second. The lobby was spacious, with marble floors and tasteful artwork adorning the walls. Antonio glanced around, taking in the luxurious surroundings with a mix of awe and curiosity. As they rode the elevator up to Angelica's floor, Antonio couldn't contain his interest. "Your apartment building is amazing," he remarked, turning to Angelica with a smile. "I had no idea you lived in such a nice place."
Angelica chuckled, a hint of pride in her voice. "I like to keep it classy," she replied, giving Antonio a playful wink. They exited the elevator, with Angelica leading the way again. The hallway on her floor was well-lit, with soft carpeting and sconces casting a warm glow. She fished her key out of her pocket, and opened the door, letting them in.
He couldn’t help but immediately feel her personality shine through in the place. The furniture in Angelica's living room was a mix of modern and vintage pieces, adding to the eclectic feel. The centerpiece of the room was a large, comfortable sofa in a deep shade of burgundy, accented with plush throw pillows in contrasting colors.
Opposite the sofa was a vintage wooden coffee table, which was a display area for some of Angelica's favorite Funko Pops and anime figurines. Near the window, there was a sleek, modern armchair upholstered in a bold, geometric pattern, providing a cozy reading nook. A small side table next to the armchair held a collection of rock music magazines and a vintage record player. Antonio was so jealous. This was exactly what he wanted in his own space, and it was so obvious how similar he was to Angelica. They had the same taste in TV shows, anime, music - all of it. It could’ve been his apartment, and he would’ve thought it was perfect.
As soon as she stepped inside, she dropped her purse on the ground and unbuttoned two buttons on her top. She stretched her body out, still sporting a wide grin on her face. She was almost never not smiling. “Time to give you a tour!” The apartment itself had one bedroom, a kitchen, living room, and bathroom, and was decorated from top to bottom in the same fashion as the initial step into the space. She’d definitely thought it all thoroughly.
Antonio was trying hard to pay attention, though it was a little difficult with Angelica’s now exposed cleavage. He had already been staring at her younger sister all day, especially with those tight jeans, and now being in such a small space with the two of them, his eyes kept glancing between the two, like he couldn’t decide who was more stunning. It was almost getting hot inside the apartment, and he didn’t know if it was from his own body or the actual temperature.
What was worse, he noticed Angelica staring back at him a few times with a knowing smirk, like she could tell exactly what was going on in his mind - though maybe he was just overthinking it?
“Oh, by the way, you guys are going to have to sleep in the living room - I clearly only have one bedroom, and I’m obviously not sharing,” she said.
Antonio glanced at his best friend with his eyebrow raised, “wait, you never told me this was a sleepover!”
She looked at him with her eyebrows furrowed, “I was sure I told you. Were you just not listening to me again?”
He shook his head, “I don’t have any clothes…”
“Well, I’m not bringing you home, so you have to stay!” Angelica grinned. “Nothing you can do about it now.”
“Don’t you have some clothes he can borrow?” Alexia asked.
“Definitely,” she winked at the two of them.
They spent the rest of the evening similar to how they usually did, except with Angelica around drinking wine and getting tipsy. They played video games, chatted about Angie’s new job and which colleges they were interested in going to. Antonio felt completely at peace, and even shared some of Angie’s wine, though alcohol was never something he was really into.
She eventually came out with a top and bottom for him to change into for the night, though it smelt so much like her he felt a little overwhelmed wearing it. They set up an air mattress in the living room, and Angelica spent the entire time teasing them about how they were going to be sleeping on the same bed. “You going to touch my younger sister tonight, huh?” Alexia glared at her, though Antonio could see her cheeks were starting to get rosy as well. “C’mon. No parents around, just me. You could do anything you want.”
“Stop making things uncomfortable!” Alexia groaned. “We already said we weren’t into each other like that.”
“I can sense the tension in the room, Lexi. I know you… better than I even know myself,” she said. “And I know you’re into each other. He won’t stop staring at you!” Alexia finished setting up the bed and began pushing her sister back to her own bedroom, “now I know why I don’t hang out with you anymore. Go to bed!”
Antonio couldn’t help but chuckle. He loved how close they were, and how freely they could tease each other without anyone truly being hurt. He wondered how serious she was about this, if she truly thought he would be a perfect match for her sister. It might be a good time for him to finally take a shot with her.
Angelica, while being shoved by Alexia, waved goodnight, and closed the door behind her, telling them to behave.
He spent the next hour laying next to his best friend under the covers, both of them slowly falling asleep as they discussed things they would never say in the light of day - their relationship with their parents, their worries, and more, until Alexia eventually fell asleep next to him.
No matter how hard Antonio tried, he couldn’t feel comfortable. He had slept with Alexia in the same bed before, but after so much teasing, and the presence of Angelica close by, he just couldn’t get his mind to rest. He eventually snuck out of bed, wondering if a glass of cold water could clear his head.
He could see some light in the kitchen before he turned the corner, and was shocked to see Angelica closing the fridge, her body swaying side to side slightly. “Oh, did I disturb you?” she asked, her voice slightly slurred.
“No, I couldn’t sleep. I was going to go get some water,” he explained. “Did you have more wine in your room?”
“I always have wine hidden somewhere,” she joked, and winked at him for what felt like the hundredth time that night. “Why can’t you sleep?”
He scratched the back of his head, not knowing how to explain. She continued anyway, adding, “was the sex just too hot?”
He gaped at her, realizing she must be even more unfiltered now with all the alcohol in her system, “we didn’t do anything…”
“Are you two truly not together?” She jumped, and slid her ass onto the counter. She was wearing her own pajamas, a tight tanktop that pressed her breasts together, and shorts that barely covered her ass. It was even harder not to stare.
“No, we’re not,” he said, “Alexia was telling the truth.”
“I could cut the sexual tension with a knife, the way you two look at each other.”
He sighed, and finally said, “it’s true, I do look at her… in that way. But I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
“You look at me that way too,” she said, and he jerked his head up, staring at her eyes. She fluttered her lashes at him, giggling, “I feel a type of way with you, you know. You make me feel young again, like a teenager. I feel like I have butterflies in my belly.”
He had no idea what she was doing. Was she coming onto him? He didn’t have enough experience to really know if she was just fucking with him or not. He decided the best way to go about it was to tell the truth, and hope she forgot all of this in the morning. “I… yes I think you’re both really good looking.” He was trying hard not to stare at her breasts, but they were on full display, and he wanted to feel how soft they were… to play with them with his fingers…
“You can’t even keep your eyes up here, can you?” She teased.
He gulped, “oh god… I’m so sorry. I’ll leave now.” He tried to leave, but she grasped onto his wrist, pulling him back.
“You can touch them if you want…” she said, her voice dropping an octave or two.
“What?” He asked. He couldn’t believe it. He must’ve fallen asleep. He must’ve been dreaming. There was no way this was actually happening.
“C’mon. I’m not going to say it a third time. Touch them if you want,” she lifted his hand up and put it against her right chest.
He couldn’t help but let out a groan. They were even softer than he thought they would be. He squeezed down with her still holding him, “what size do you think they are?” she whispered.
“I don’t know…” he murmured, still completely transfixed.
She giggled, “this is what I meant, I’ve dated guys, but you make me feel so young and carefree.”
She reached down and lifted her tanktop, pulling it off her head so suddenly he barely had time to react. He stared at her now fully exposed breasts, her nipples hard for him. He’d never seen breasts in real life before, and he didn’t know what to do other than touch them again. It was far softer now that he was touching bare skin, and he pressed down on them, already feeling his erection firmly against his pants.
She seemed to notice as well, because she reached in between them, still sitting on the counter as she gave him a long and soft stroke against the pants she loaned him. He let out a groan and shuddered. Encouraged, he moved to her nipple, and pinched it, trying to see how she would react. She moaned and pressed her legs together, and he looked up to stare at her, wondering how her expression could change with what he was doing. It was his first time ever hearing her moan, and the sound was absolutely delicious in his ear.
“Do you want me to touch you? Properly?” She whispered. He couldn’t nod fast enough. She reached down into his pants, her soft and long fingers grasping his cock at the base. He jerked into her involuntarily, his body already craving more of her touch.
He reached his other hand up, and began playing with her breasts as she stroked him up and down, her grasp still soft and teasing. She clearly knew what she was doing. She pressed firmly each time she was at the tip, her thumb occasionally swirling around with the precum on top and using it to make her hands slide smoothly against his cock. He didn’t know how long he would be able to take this. He’d never been stroked before, and she was so fucking good at it, he couldn’t think about anything except for each part her body was touching his.
“You look so concentrated…” she purred, her smile almost turning into a smirk, like she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
“I can’t think of anything except for your fingers,” he admitted, “you’re so good at this.” He’d never heard his own voice sound like this. He pinched hard against her nipples, and she arched her back into him.
“You seem to know what you’re doing as well,” she teased.
He was about to respond, but she completely made him lose his train of thought as she began increasing her tempo. He began fucking her hand in the same rhythm, and his hands dropped to the counter, trying to maintain his composure.
“Are you going to cum for me, Antonio?” Her voice was too much. He felt his balls tighten as he moaned loudly, his hips grinding forwards as he came. His head shot backwards, and he felt himself shoot rope after rope of cum into his pajamas and onto her wrists as she continued to stroke him. She stopped as soon as he finished cumming, and pulled her hand out, exposing the fingers and wrist now covered in his white cum.
He was about to apologize, but stopped as he watched her stick her finger into her mouth and suck on it. It was too fucking hot. He felt as if he would cum again just watching her.
She finished cleaning her fingers up, and slipped her tanktop back on, grinning at him the entire time.
He didn’t know what to say. He knew he hadn’t given her the same pleasure, but she didn’t seem to want it. Angie was so good at teasing him, and everyone around her, and seemed to love doing it.
She hopped off the counter, and waved him goodbye as he watched her dumbfounded. “Well, it seems like you’ll finally be able to sleep tonight after letting off all that steam.”
He continued standing in the kitchen as he heard her shut the door of her bedroom, wondering if he had somehow imagined all of this. It was all too much of a fantasy to be real.
He hoped her sister hadn’t heard what they were doing. He didn’t know how he could possibly explain himself. She might never speak to him again.
When he finally managed to compose himself, he snuck back into the living room, having forgotten his water completely, and slipped into the cover next to her.
Angelica was right yet again. He fell asleep almost immediately.