Weird Dyke Freaks
Young and naive dyke, Jan, goes to stay at her "friend" Sierra’s house for the night. Instead of another gossip-filled evening, she finds herself in the company of Sierra’s dykey older sibling, Andy, who wants to play more than just video games with her.
Jan (she/her)
Andy (they/them)
Sierra (she/her)
Jan
"Come on, it’s getting late! Just call your mom and tell her, Janis!"
"I told you to stop calling me that!"
"Okay, okay sorry, Jan!" Sierra shot Jan an odd look, one where her eyes were narrowed and her lips were pursed thin.. "You're not one of those weird dyke freaks like my sister, right?"
Jan swallowed hard, trying to act appalled by the question. She didn’t know Sierra had a sister.
"No, I just like Jan more!" She spat out, almost tumbling over the words. Her defenses were up, raised like hackles on a cornered animal. Sierra raised an eyebrow before turning away to look at her phone, seemingly satisfied with her answer. Jan let out a sigh of relief and grabbed her own phone to text her mom and let her know she would be staying at Sierra's that night.
She'd only been to Sierra's house a couple of times before and during those visits, she’d only been there to study or work on other projects. She had a general feel for the house, but she hadn't settled into it enough to feel comfortable just yet. This weekend, Sierra’s parents were a couple hours away at a popular ski resort, so it felt like a perfect opportunity to get to know Sierra better. And who knew? Maybe they could have a little fun in the near-empty house. She’d expected it to be just them, but after Sierra’s comment about her sister, Jan’s mind began to wander. The two made their way up the stairs and she noticed a light creeping out from under a crack in a door. She took this as confirmation that Sierra’s ‘weird dyke freak sister’ was home and made a mental note of it.
The two settled in Sierra’s room and it was exactly how Jan had remembered it: nauseatingly pink. Jan didn't even dislike the color, but nearly every surface was some shade of pink and the whole room made her feel like she was in a pepto bismol commercial. She took a seat on Sierra’s bed and tucked her legs underneath her.
“It's like, totally not fair that your mom makes you check in like that when you're 19..” Sierra said with a snarky tone.
“I guess so..” Jan answered hesitantly. It had never really bothered her; her mom didn't necessarily mind that she was gone, she was just curious about where she was. Plus, she had just turned 19 and still lived with her family, so it didn't feel like too much of a task to keep them informed. She shifted on the bed as Sierra took a seat next to her. She smelled like vanilla.
“Wanna watch a movie or something?” she asked, already pulling Netflix up on her TV. Sierra didn't seem to notice Jan’s eyes locked on her and before she had a chance to answer, she put on Mean Girls and tossed the remote aside. They talked a little on and off as the movie went on; mostly Jan pretending to act interested in whatever boy Sierra was describing and Sierra still not noticing her steady gaze. Out of nowhere, someone knocked on Sierra’s closed bedroom door loudly. It startled Jan and she flinched but Sierra shot up off the bed angrily, yanking the door open without a moment to spare.
“What do you want, Andrea!?”
In front of Sierra was a person unlike anyone Jan had ever seen. They looked so fucking cool. Andrea’s head was shaved and the short hairs were dyed an unnaturally bright red. Their eyes were nearly black and smudged eyeliner on them made them unnaturally darker. Jan couldn’t even count how many piercings they had between their ears, nose, and mouth. Their nails were painted black like their eyes and were suspiciously short, but Jan tried not to stare at their hands. They had on a small black tank top that barely covered their chest and exposed their midriff. What must've been a dozen tattoos on their arms and neck stood out to Jan. A pair of wrinkled flannel boxers covered just the tops of their thighs. Jan swallowed hard and forced her eyes away as she tried to listen to their conversation.
“I was just seeing if y’all wanted pizza!” an unfamiliar voice claimed. Jan shot another glance towards the two and caught Andrea staring back into the room, pointing lightly at her. She felt her cheeks run hot.
“Whatever, sure! I don’t care!” Sierra said, shoving Andrea back into the hallway. Andrea stumbled back a bit but didn't break her gaze on Jan until she turned and walked down the hallway. Jan quickly turned her attention back to the movie hoping that neither Andrea or Sierra hadn’t noticed her staring.
“Sorry, she’s so fucking weird,” Sierra said, flopping back down onto the bed. Her shorts were extra short, to the point that they began to ride up the back of her thighs. Jan had to actively avoid looking at her, too.
“No worries..” Jan said, trying to focus on the movie. She couldn’t get Andrea out of her mind and couldn’t stop stealing glances at Sierra. The room was getting hotter by the minute and she knew she had to come up with something.
“Hey, where’s your bathroom?” she asked, hoping for an easy out.
“Down the hall, last door on the left,” Sierra answered, not even looking up from her phone.
Jan got up and let herself out of the room, sneaking down the hallway as quietly as she could. She could hear Andrea somewhere downstairs on the phone ordering pizza and as she crept by their open bedroom door, she couldn’t help but peek inside.
The walls were covered in band posters, photos of topless women, shelves of knick-knacks, and pictures of what Jan assumed were Andrea’s friends. It was dark, mostly lit by a single LED strip that lined the top of the walls and the residual light from an idling gaming console. There was a guitar on a stand in the corner next to a pile of laundry. The bed was unmade and the room was a little messy, but no messier than Jan’s own. She stood there in awe at the room and how much she wanted her room to look like that. Just as she realized she was staring, a voice startled her out of her skin.
“Uhh, hi?” Jan jerked her head up and saw Andrea standing there with a confused look on their face. “What’s up?” She panicked.
“Nothing! Sorry!” She continued down the hallway, practically running to the bathroom and slamming the door behind her. She wasn’t sure how long she stayed in there, but when she finally came back out, Andrea was no longer waiting outside their door. She scurried back to Sierra’s room and laid back down on the bed, hoping the pink in her cheeks would blend in with the rest of the room. Sierra didn’t notice or care.
Sometime before the movie was over, pizza arrived and Sierra paused it. The two made their way downstairs for a brief moment to grab some. Jan didn’t see Andrea downstairs and when she passed their door on the way back up, it was closed. She frowned, hoping she hadn’t upset Andrea by staring in earlier, and continued on to Sierra’s room with one final,wistful glance back at the closed door.
By the time they finished the movie, it was well past 11 pm and the two had changed into their pajamas. Sierra was already drifting in and out of sleep but Jan still felt wired from the earlier incident. After making sure Sierra was definitely asleep, she carefully slipped from the bed, turned the light off, and snuck from her room quietly, latching the door behind her. Jan could feel warmth gathering between her legs as she thought of Andrea’s face from before, when they'd been staring.
She crept down the hall until she noticed with delight that Andrea’s door was cracked open. Andrea was sitting on the bed with their back to Jan and a large gaming headset half-set over their ears. Somewhere from the room, Jan could hear faint alternative rock playing as Andrea laughed into the microphone of their headset, presumably at a friend. Jan couldn't help but smile at the sound, shifting her feet just a little beneath her to steady herself. Andrea had on a skin tight tank top and though Jan couldn't see much of their legs, she was pretty sure Andrea was just in their boxers. Jan watched, fully enamored, as Andrea’s muscles shifted beneath their skin while they played, sniping people on the screen with apparent ease.
She wasn't sure how long she stood there for but eventually, when Andrea’s character got their head blown off, Jan let out a small gasp, barely audible to even herself. Andrea had heard it somehow, though, and whipped their head around to look through the crack in the door. Jan tried to move out of the way before Andrea saw her but moments later, Andrea was walking towards the door with their sights clearly set on Jan's cowering figure. They yanked the door open and Jan thought to herself that this was it. She'd been made. She tried to open her mouth to explain, her hands fumbling nervously in front of her, but no words came out.
She was so scared. Andrea looked like the kind of person who could kill her for being nosey, but to Jan's surprise, they were calm when they spoke.
“Is everything okay?” Their voice was soft, just louder than the music drifting from their room. Jan immediately felt the tension in her shoulders release when she heard Andrea’s tone and tried to find her voice again, this time more successfully.
“Yeah, uh.. sorry.. Sierra went to sleep already but I'm not tired yet,” she admitted, feet turned in on each other. She suddenly felt very exposed standing there in her pajamas, even though it was almost the exact same outfit Andrea was wearing. Andrea leaned against the door frame, one foot holding them steady, and nodded with an amused expression on their face. They made a clicking noise with their tongue as they stared down at Jan's pitiful stance, like they were sizing her up.
“Hmm. Wanna smoke a little?” they asked, nodding backwards to their room. Jan was stunned; she’d never smoked weed before, but she didn’t want to look lame in front of Andrea, so nervously and already blushing, she nodded.
Andy
“Soo.. how long have you known Sierra?” They inhaled the smoke from their small bong and held it in the back of their throat for a moment before blowing it out an open window. They could tell from Jan’s expression that she was nervous around them, but this just made them feel even higher; they remembered what it was like to be nervous around a friend's older sibling.
“Just a couple months now; we’re in the same English class,” she said sheepishly, fighting back a cough. Jan was cute. As she sat there, Andy noticed that her boxers matched theirs; both flannel with low waist bands and worn seams. As the two smoked and got higher, Jan’s boxers seemed to ride lower and lower.
“Ahh, I see,” Andy said, taking another hit, “How old are you then?”
“I just turned 19 a few weeks ago,” she admitted. Andy stared at her and more than once, they caught her looking away quickly before staring at the ground.
“Ah, happy late birthday then,” they offered cheerfully, handing the bong back over. Jan looked up and for the first time since they'd sat down, her eyes met Andy’s.
“Haha, thanks, Andrea.” They grimaced at the name.
“Just Andy’s fine,” they said back softly. Jan’s eyes lit up a little at this.
“Oh, Andy. Cool,” she said back. “I just go by Jan, but I don't think Sierra really likes it...” She looked higher than she did a few minutes ago and Andy could tell the marijuana was doing its job both for Jan and themself. They could feel their eyes growing heavy and falling, glancing down Jan’s body. She looked so pliable, so soft and easy to touch. Easy to push around. They had to remind themself to answer.
“Ehh, who cares what she thinks? Jan’s a cool name,” they retorted, trying to refocus on Jan’s nervous face. She was staring at their TV and spoke again slowly, like the cotton mouth had settled in.
“What game is that?” She asked, interrupting Andy’s perverted train of thoughts. They stuttered for a second, not expecting the question.
“Oh, uh. Just Call of Duty,” they said, vaguely gesturing to the controller.
“Hmm. I bet I could get more kills than you,” Jan stated confidently, licking her lips. She looked confident too, like she really believed she could beat Andy.
“No way,” they said coolly. “I don’t want to set you up like that, man.”
“Come onnn, what? Are you scared?”
“No, I’m not scared,” they said, setting the bong down, “You’re on.”
They stood and moved onto their bed where Jan took a seat next to them, boxer shorts still low on her hips. Andy handed her a controller and navigated to a co-op version of the game, Jan’s eyes glued to them the whole time. Andy could feel her gaze cutting through the muscles in their arms and the veins in their hands. As the game loaded in, Jan peeled her eyes away and stared at the screen, suddenly alert and focused. Andy wondered if they'd made a mistake challenging her, or worse, smoking her out. They'd smoked with some of Sierra’s friends in the past, only for them to freak out or throw up. They hoped Jan would be different, and so far, she was proving to be. Just before pressing start, she leaned back on her elbow and the hem of her tank top folded together, immediately drawing Andy's bleary, red eyes to the low hanging fruit of her cleavage. With a smile, Jan raised the stakes.
“Soo. If I win.. I… get to sleep in here tonight,” she said. Andy was surprised. That had not been what they'd expected, but the thought enticed them. Why would Jan want to sleep in here? Excitement began to thrum through their veins as they thought of all the possibilities that may arise if Jan stayed in there.
“Hmmm,” they thought about it, biting the inside of their cheek.
“Okay, deal. But if I win,” Jan locked eyes with them, “You have to play the next round sitting on my lap.” Jan's face flushed red in the dim light of the room. She was quiet and didn't answer right away. A musing guitar riff from a rock song played in the background as Andy leaned over, took their pointer finger, and tipped Jan's chin back, forcing her to look at them directly.
“Do we have a deal?” They pressed on. Jan furrowed her brows and nodded, clearly embarrassed by Andy's show of dominance. Her confident exterior was melting by the minute.
Jan won the first round and shot a snarky glance at Andy who brushed it off, not having paid much attention to the round. Andy wiped the floor with her in round two. The third round started with a tense silence between them as they both focused on the screen.
When it was over, Andy smirked in victorious bliss. They tossed the remote aside and opened their arms to expose their lap, gesturing to it.
“Take a seat, then, loser!” Jan's whole face and neck were as red as a tomato but she moved instantly, almost eagerly, to make her way in front of Andy. They nodded reassuringly and patted their lap, urging Jan to sit.
“I.. I don't want to hurt you,” she said sheepishly. Andy inadvertently rolled their eyes.
“Are you serious? Sit down.” They reached up and grabbed the waistband of Jan’s boxers, pulling her backwards with a small mmppfh.
“L-like this?” She asked, clearly nervous. Her ass was squished against their mound and they could feel their clit rubbing against the fabric of their boxers. She grabbed their thigh tightly with her thumb and pointer finger, just above the knee, and they felt their mouth run dry.
“Yh,” they cleared their throat, “Yeah, just like that. Wanna play one more round?” Jan nodded gently, eyes fixed ahead and legs nestled completely inside Andy’s, thighs to ankles. They picked the controller back up and wrapped their arms around her waist, holding the controller just in front of her stomach. In this position, they could feel each time she flinched or twitched (which was a lot.)
In the first round, Andy perched their chin on Jan's shoulder and took aim, sniping Jan's character with ease. She reared back with a quiet squeal and Andy squeezed tighter around her waist, just below her tits, holding her still against them.
“Uh-uh,” they said mockingly. “The whole round.”
The second time Andy sniped her, she shot up off their lap before they could grab her and immediately turned around, eyes narrowed and boxers slipping down her hips.
“Oh fuck this,” she said, lunging forward to straddle them. Her legs wrapped around Andy's waist and arms draped over their shoulder and within seconds, she had gone from standing to now just inches from their face.
“Just fucking kiss me already,” she panted demandingly, like she believed she was actually in charge. Andy pulled back from her when she leaned in, teasing her further.
“Tilt your head back,” they stated calmly and slowly, a stark difference from Jan's pleading voice. She did as she was told without any question, clearly eager to please. Andy leaned forward and slowly dragged their tongue from the base of Jan’s jaw to the curve of her shoulder, not lifting it for her whimpers or even the shivers running through her. Jan grabbed their head desperately, hands cusping their cheek and ear and fingers firmly planted in their hair, and pulled. It didn’t hurt Andy necessarily, but it was just what they needed to get over the edge. Jan’s lips collided with theirs and in moments, the two were lost in a sloppy, wet kiss that neither could pull themselves from. Between shallow breaths and tiny grunts, Andy managed to pull Jan’s tank top off her chest, exposing her completely.
“Lay down,” they demanded, reasserting their dominance. Jan seemed to cower at their voice but did not protest. They quietly stepped across the room and closed their bedroom door, making sure to lock it before grabbing a harness that was haphazardly thrown into a drawer.
Jan
She couldn’t believe this was the turn her night had taken. Andy was the coolest person she’d ever seen in her life and now here they were, baring down on her, strap tight around their hips and a demented look in their eyes. Despite the hungry expression, they were nice. Kind. They checked in with Jan as they handled her. A rough pull followed by a look that said, ‘did that feel good?’ or a question directly. Something about it soothed Jan and made her uncharacteristically ready to talk, ready to praise Andy and the way they made her feel.
“Fuck, Andy, right there.”
“Tighter, please.”
“Can you pull my hair?”
Andy took the direction well and before she knew it, Jan was flipped onto her stomach, boxers around her knees and ass in the air. She couldn’t see anything; her face was pressed into their crumpled, flannel bedsheets, but she could feel everything. She felt a slight pressure at her heated core and in within moments, the familiar (yet somehow better?) feeling of fingers inside of her. They tugged on her hair and shoved her face further into the mattress, all with a gentle touch. It felt so good that she couldn’t moan or call out or scream or make any noise. She was stuck there, mouth open and screaming in silence while Andy worked their hands into her masterfully. She’d hooked up with a few girls before but they had never done anything that felt like this. They started to slow down and slipped their fingers from her and Jan thought they might be letting up, just for a moment, before they grabbed both of her shoulders and leveraged her back up. Her breasts were exposed to the cool air of the room and immediately, she felt her nipples hardening as Andy’s cock slid into her cunt. She was breathless. All she could hear were Andy’s tiny grunts and the (very fitting) sound of ‘Faget’ by Korn playing softly over the speakers.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her thighs shaking and threatening to give out from underneath her. Andy must've felt it too, cause they dropped her shoulders and carried on, wrapping their arms around her waist and holding her as up. Their hands pressed into her stomach and she swore they could feel the cock through her stomach. Her mind was blank.
Then, a new sensation she'd never felt before emerged and in a sudden burst, she was cumming and squirting? She’d never felt anything like it! It was so sudden and vibrant, like she could see a thousand colors at once, just on the back of her eyelids. Her legs shook violently but Andy didn't seem to mind. They pulled her in closer, leaving the strap inside of her where she couldn’t help but clench around it. They fell slightly, pressing their face into Jan's back and pressing their arms into the bed to steady themself. Jan used every muscle in her body to not collapse beneath their weight.
After a few moments, Andy slid the toy out of her pussy and threw themself off to the side, pulling Jan into a fiercely tight hug. It felt so surreal. And so safe. Like nothing in the world could touch her. She could almost see the dazed cartoon birds flying around above her head but she steadied herself and forced her eyes to meet Andy’s for the first time. They were shrouded in dim light, the room still only lit by the TV and LED, but their features seemed to look lighter now. Happier, almost.
“That was.. fucking insane,” they said. Jan’s eyes widened in fear.
“No-no, like. Good insane. That was so hot, Jan.. have you done that before?” They reached a hand up and grazed the side of her face with two fingers, tickling her. She tried not to flinch but shook her head.
“I haven’t..” Andy’s eyes widened now, like they hadn’t been expecting that answer. Slowly, a confident smile appeared on their lips and they pulled Jan in for another kiss. It was unlike anything Jan had ever imagined, even in her wildest dreams.
Andy checked to make sure Sierra was still asleep while Jan snuck to the bathroom. Moments later, there was a small knock on the door before Andy cracked it open, asking to slip inside. Jan nodded thankfully; her legs had almost given up on the short walk from the bedroom. Andy helped her clean up, sitting in the bathroom while she showered and taking care of her when she was done. Jan had never had someone be so tender after sex, let alone such intense, primal sex.. she sat quietly as Andy ran their fingers through her hair, drying the short strands.
“So.. I know I won but.. will you still sleep in my room?” Jan smiled softly to herself, trying to contain her excitement. She nodded a little more aggressively than she meant to but Andy just huffed a laugh under their breath and said a small ‘thanks.’ The two snuck back into Andy’s room shortly after, curling up under their blankets, foreheads nearly touching. It was quiet between them now, no music or background TV noises. Just their breathing and the click from a fan. Jan felt the need to fill the empty space, for her own sake.
“I had a lot of fun tonight, Andy..” They smiled and reached out under the blanket, laying a hand across her waist.
“Good. I did too.. A lot of fun.. And, you know..”
“What?”
“I hope you come back over,” they said, eyes serious. Jan returned the smile, hoping the dark room would hide her still blushing cheeks. She couldn’t remember what else the two talked about before they eventually drifted into a deep, peaceful slumber.
The next morning, she woke to a loud shrieking sound. Her eyes flashed open and she shot up in the bed, not recognizing her surroundings for a moment. When she adjusted, she realized that she was in bed alone and that Andy was standing in the door, pushing a hysterical Sierra from the room. Jan couldn’t process the words, but she overheard the last half of their conversation.
“What is she doing in there?!”
“She’s fine, get out of my room, Sierra!” They shoved her back hard enough to move her and in moments, she was out of the room and Andy was shutting and locking the door. They leaned against the back of it, eyes widened, and apologized.
“Holy shit, I’m so sorry. Good morning.. Did you sleep okay?” Jan didn’t even care about the irate Sierra on the other side of the door. She still felt invincible from the night before.
“Good morning,” she said gleefully, rubbing her eyes and nodding.
After what felt like ten years and ten seconds all at once, the two left Andy’s room and made their way downstairs where Sierra was sitting, brooding and smug, at the kitchen bar. She glared at Jan as she walked by, arms crossed, but Jan felt like she had armor on. She smiled at Sierra and in a sarcastic and cheerful tone, greeted her.
“You know, Sierra.. I lied to you yesterday..” Sierra made a face that screamed fuck you; eyes narrowed and lips pursed. “I am one of those weird freak dykes like your sibling.” Sierra huffed and stood abruptly, almost knocking the chair over behind her. She stormed away, stomping up the stairs and when Jan turned back around, Andy was laughing so hard their cheeks were red.
