Alice gives Zed a hands-on sales pitch about letting her and Betty stay

Night went and dawn came. The rain softened to a drip.

Zed blinked his eyes half-awake. On the couch again. He tried to turn and found Betty tucked against his side. One arm draped possessively across his chest. Behind him, Alice had shifted. Her back was still pressed to his, but her head was turned. Watching him.

She pushed back into him to get his attention, successfully, getting him to turn around. She snarled at him.

-I bet you have morning wood, she said.

She reached her hand down between them before he had even had a chance to process what she’d said.

She started tugging forcefully, and kept tugging until she’d made her prediction come true, and then she kept tugging until Zed was fully awake and finally kept tugging until he let out a quiet yelp.

She timed her tug to his yelp, catching his release in her hand.

Zed opened his eyes to look at her, and brought his hand down to hers.

He gripped her wrist and guided her hand between her own thighs.

He pushed her hand in under her panties, and she instinctively squeezed their hands tight between her thighs as he found a rhythm with her hand.

He brought himself closer to her as he pressed her hand inside her, smiling lightly.

-I’ll return the favor, he whispered as he started to pick up the pace, rubbing her hand, still covered with his spend, more fervently into her warm, wet womanhood, and kept rubbing it until she let out a quiet yelp.

Finally, Betty stirred. A drowsy smile.

-Good morning.

She nuzzled closer. Alice didn't turn.

-Was the bed upstairs too big?

-Yeah. Felt too... empty.

Betty squeezed his hand under the blanket.

-We missed you. Both of us.

Zed sat up. The air was cool.

-Saturday morning.

Alice stretched. A soft groan.

-No storm to blame today.

-I don't have much breakfast. I can make coffee.

Betty brightened.

-Coffee sounds perfect. With a little cream, if you have it. And sugar.

Alice sat up. Messy hair. Sharp eyes.

-Black. No sugar.

Alice smirked at her sister.

-Sweet for the sweet, bitter for the bitter.

Zed went to the kitchen to make coffee. He found some crackers and spreads. He brought everything out.

-What are your plans for the weekend?

Betty sighed. She held her mug with both hands.

-We were supposed to go to a gallery opening tonight. Same crowd as the party.

-Pretentious posers, Alice scoffed. You’d hate it.

-So you can't go?

-Showing up alone after getting stranded last night? Humiliating.

Zed looked at them.

-I assumed you were students?

-Final year. Art history, Betty said. Political science, she continued, pointing to Alice. Because someone has to fix the world.

Alice scoffed.

-And you?

-History major. Graduated three years ago.

Betty’s eyes lit up.

-Living inside a story?

-I work in sales now.

Alice set her mug down.

-Sales. So you’re good at convincing people to buy things they don’t need?

-Nobody really needs anything, Alice.

She chuckled.

-Don’t use my own cynicism against me.

-Your performance yesterday might've been the best door to door sales I've ever seen.

Betty laughed. Alice shook her head.

-I didn't even know you were selling anything.

Alice leaned forward. Her voice dropped.

-Oh, I'm always selling something. Just depends if you're buying.

-As a salesman, I'll never say no to a pitch.

Alice’s eyes gleamed.

-The pitch? Staying. Right here. Tonight.

She didn't blink.

-No gallery. Just us.

-And the catch?

-The catch is you have to admit you want us here. No take-backs. You ask, we stay.

Betty held her breath. She looked at Zed. Waiting.

Zed smiled.

-Yeah. Ok. That's fair. I admit I want you here.

Alice’s expression faltered. Then she smirked. Satisfied.

-Good. No take-backs.

Betty let out a sigh of relief. She reached out and squeezed Zed's hand.

-Thank you. We, we really want to be here, too.

Alice watched the exchange. She lifted her mug to hide a smile.

-Don't get sappy.

Zed squeezed Betty's hand back. He looked at Alice. She didn't look away.

The rain had stopped. They were just getting started.

Zed cleared the plates from their meager meal.

Betty watched him, eyes sparkling. Alice leaned back, arms crossed, studying the room.

-So. What’s the play today?

Betty perked up.

-Explore. The weather is beautiful. I heard there's a charming antique strip downtown.

Alice rolled her eyes.

-Antiques? Seriously?

-Fresh air, Al. Quality company.

Betty gestured between herself and Zed.

-Unless you have a better idea?

Alice tapped her chin. She stood up and walked over to Zed.

-I was thinking we could re-familiarize ourselves with the rest of the house. You haven't shown us the basement. Or the backyard.

Zed opened the back door. The air was crisp.

-Backyard's mostly for smoking.

Alice followed him out. She trailed a finger down his chest.

-We could change that. Put on that show for the neighbors, Alice said.

Betty blushed from the doorway.

-Alice!

Zed caught Alice’s hand.

-I have a better idea. Downtown.

Alice raised an eyebrow.

-You're turning down a show?

-I'm postponing it. You don’t have anything to model. We’ve got to go for a little bit of shopping.

Alice narrowed her eyes.

-Fine. But I pick it out.

-Wouldn't have it any other way. There’s a cute boutique next to the antique store, we can do both, he said with a smile as he looked from Alice to Betty.