>"Hey, Anon. Want to hit my place and have some fun?"
>You look Chysalis over
>The two of you grew up together, and you've been tapping that since your early teens
>Usually you wouldn't go for the gothy/scene thing she has going on
>The dark colours with bright shirts seem more like a cry for attention than anything else
>But a growing guy can forgive a lot for a girl who'll gladly fuck him whenever he asks
>Especially when that same girl has weird as fuck shapeshifting powers
>God damn, you two had some good times
>And yet...
>"Don't you dare steal my brother!"
>Sunset, your little sister
>You used to be nearly inseperable
>But over the past few years, you've been spending less and less time with her
>And more with Chryssy
>And while you never thought about it before, they way she just said 'steal' makes you consider that she might be... jealous
>Of the time you're spending with someone else, of course
>Not the other thing
>That'd be just weird
>"He promised we'd hang out today, and he's been around to your place three times already this week!"
>She doesn't really need to shout that
>But she does have a point
>You have been spending an awful lot of time with your friend over your sister
>You sigh
"Sorry, Chryssy, but I did promise."
>Your dark-skinned friend looks at you, almost hurt, before turning back to Sunset
>"Alright, Sunset. But here I was thinking you were 'reformed' now."
>Sunset's eyes narrow confrontationally
>"What's that supposed to mean?"
>"Well," replies the older girl, "I just figured that when you turned over a new leaf, you might have learned how to share. We can BOTH hang out with your brother."
>You grimace, anticipating a struggle that never comes
>With a face like thunder, Sunset capitulates
>"Fine," she says, "But I get to choose where we go. And I say when our hangout is over."
>Chrysalis shrugs, and you're consumed by a faint sense of foreboding.
>"Fine by me. Anon?"
>Despite something at the back of your mind that tries to tell you this can't possibly end well
>You decide that there could be little better than spending the evening with the two most important women in your life
>And you acquiesce
"Sounds good. So what did you want to do, Sunny?"
>"Well, I thought we'd watch a couple of films like we did when we were kids, and just... you know. Hang out."
>She shoots a bashful smile your way
>You remember what she means
>The two of you would watch old Disney flicks and sing dorkily along to the songs
>You grin back
"Sounds excellent. You don't mind Disney, do you Chryssy?"
>Chrysalis jumps forward and clings close to your left arm
>"Whatever Sunset wants, Anon, Sunset gets. This is a night for the two of you."
>She's laying it on thick
>You've known her long enough to know she probably has some kind of scheme already brewing
>But you don't say anything, on the off-chance that she's making a genuine peace offer to her quote-unquote 'Rival'
>Your sister
>Who just happened to pull a face when Chrysalis grabbed your arm, and move forward to hold your free hand
>Oh boy
>Surprisingly, though, you make it home without incident
>Exchanging jokes and laughing, the three of you make popcorn together
>You pick out a film you all agree is one of the best
>And you dim the lights, setting up on the couch together
>Chrysalis still leaning on your left shoulder
>Sunset close by on your right, the popcorn perched between you
>This... could be good
>The three of you sit in comfortable silence
>The familiar logos roll across the screen
>And scenes you remember from your childhood flicker across the screen
>You and Sunset sing goofily along with some of the songs as you both munch your way through the popcorn
>And Chrysalis stays dignified and aloof from your crooning
>Your friend seems happy just to lean into your side
>For a while
>But gradually her hands rove over you in the dark room
>Her hand skims over your chest, following the lines of your physique under your shirt
>This groping is fairly blatant, and Sunset frowns at her when she tries it
>Possibly to appease your sister, she stops and her hands bid a temporary retreat
>Until maybe half an hour to the end, when the romantic song plays
>By unspoken agreement, neither you or your sister sing that one
>Instead you share a look and smirk about how cheesy some of the lines are
>But during the slow music, you feel Chrysalis' hand on your leg
>Starting from your knee, she slowly snakes up the side of your leg
>Higher and higher before skimming over your lap and delving greedily for your inner thigh
>Teasing the flesh there through your pants before letting her hand come to rest over your crotch
>You shoot her a worried glance
>You jerk your head towards Sunset as if to ask your friend 'What the hell? Here? Now?'
>Chrysalis just flutters her eyelashes innocently as if she has no idea what you're trying to convey
>Fortunately your sister hasn't noticed- 
>Or is pretending she hasn't, blushing furiously
>And the film ends
>Sunset shoots up off the couch
>"I'M GOING TO MAKE MORE POPCORN," she declares with an uncharacteristic stiffness
>And when she leaves, Chrysalis gives your rapidly stiffening cock a provocative squeeze
>"And i'm going to powder my nose," she breathes. "Don't move a muscle, big boy. I'll be back soon."
>Vacating the room suddenly, she leaves you alone with your thoughts
>You sigh deeply to relieve some of the awkward tension
>Fuck
>Moments later, Sunset reappears in the doorway
>Her hands are on her hips, and she actually looks quite imperious, backlit from the hall
>"What the hell was that, huh?" she hisses
>You blanch at this sudden hostility
>Wrongfooted, you become defensive
"What was what?"
>She stamps towards you, furious
>"You're going to make me say it? Her hands were all over you!"
>You trip over your words, unable to even stammer out a reply
>"This was supposed to be our night," she complains, "But that harpy was starting to really dig her claws into you."
"She wasn't-"
>You find your voice but Sunset interrupts
>"Wasn't she?" she replies venomously, "She practically jerked you off right in front of me!"
>You can't exactly deny that
>"But that's what you wanted, isn't it? You didn't even try to stop her."
>She folds her arms aggressively
>"Admit it. You love that hussy more than your own family."
>Now that's where you have to stop her
>You stand up and look her in the eye
"Sunny, that's crap. You know it is."
>"Do I? I've hardly seen you for months!"
>She pushes you back down onto the couch with surprising force
>"What does she have that I don't, huh?"
>In the face of her onslaught you're reduced to a stuttering wreck
"Well, th-there's differences between-"
>"Bullshit there are," Sunset curses. "But that means it's the sex. Well, if proving that I can do anything she can gets my brother back, so be it."
>Wait, what the fuck?
>Before you can even think, your sister's on her knees
>Her hands expertly pry open your clothes to get at your still-partially-erect dick
>And in the space of maybe less than two seconds, she's stuffed it into her mouth
"Sunset," you plead, trying to reach down and push her off you, "Sunny, what are you doing? You have to stop-"
>She irritably bats away your hands as she bobs vigorously on your shaft
>And you feel yourself coming to your full length despite yourself
>"Tell me you don't need her anymore," she demands, muffled by a mouthful of cock