*The next Morning

I woke up. Thursday morning. Sunlight shinning on my eyes, which in return help immediately snapped me out of sleep. My body that felt like it had been hit by a truck in the best and worst way possible.

Yesterday was a blur of cum and heat. After the three of us finally untangled. The room smelled of cum mixed with sweat and heat, desserted with saliva. Chloe and Cassie slipped out giggling, leaving me sprawled on sweat-damp sheets. "Let's let him rest" I closed my eyes for what felt like one second, just to catch my breath, and then, just like that, nothing. Blackout sleep. No dreams, no guilt spiral, just gone.

Until now.

I blinked at the ceiling fan spinning lazy circles above me. My dick was already half-hard just from the memory; Chloe’s mouth, Cassie’s soft moans muffled against her sister’s thigh, the way they both looked at me like I was theirs to ruin. Jesus. What the hell had I done?

I dragged myself upright. Clock said 8:47 a.m. School started at 9:15. Shit.

I headed to the taps

Shower was cool. I stood under the rain-head letting the water pound my shoulders while I tried to rinse away the smell of sex that still clung to my skin. Didn’t work. Every time I closed my eyes I saw them Chloe’s smirk, Cassie’s wide-eyed surprise when I first pushed inside her. My hand twitched like it wanted to finish what the memories started, but I shut the water off instead. No time.

Downstairs the kitchen smelled like coffee and fresh croissants. Mike was already gone - some early meeting, and Mom was humming while she packed her lunch. She kissed my cheek on her way out. “Have a good day, baby. Love you.”

“Love you too,” I mumbled, feeling like the world’s biggest liar.

Chloe and Cassie were already at the island, dressed for school. Chloe in her usual cheer skirt and cropped hoodie, ponytail high, smirking like she knew exactly what I was thinking. Cassie quieter, black oversized hoodie swallowing her frame, tiny athletic shorts peeking out underneath, hair in a loose braid.

“Morning, big bro,” Chloe drawled, popping a strawberry into her mouth. “Sleep well?”

I shot her a look that said shut the fuck up. She just grinned wider.

Cassie gave me a small, shy smile. “We saved you coffee.”

I grabbed a mug, downed half of it black, and shoved a croissant in my mouth.

When I headed for the garage to grab my keys, Chloe called out. “Come on, big bro. We can go together.”

I turned. Both of them were standing by the door now. Chloe with the keys to the black Range Rover dangling from her finger, Cassie shifting her backpack, looking up at me through her lashes patiently waiting my answer.

.

I hesitated for half a second. Then shrugged. “Yeah. Fine.”

Chloe drove. I took shotgun. Cassie climbed in the back.

The gates slid open and we rolled down the winding hill toward the 405. Traffic was already thickening, but Chloe weaved through it like she owned the road. The music was some playlist full of The Weeknd and SZA.

We took the Range Rover—black, matte, the one Mike lets the girls drive on weekdays because “public school parking lots are war zones.” Chloe behind the wheel, windows down, music low but bass heavy.

Cassie slid into the back seat with me. The leather was cool against my thighs. The second we pulled out of the gate, her hand found my knee - still

I froze.

She didn’t look at me, just stared out the window like nothing was happening. Her fingers walked higher, slow, casual. Then she palmed me through my jeans.

I sucked in a breath. Chloe caught my eye in the rearview and grinned.

“Relax,” Chloe said softly. “No one can see. I promise”

Cassie’s zipper came down next, slowly and quietly. Her hand slipped inside, warm skin on warm skin. She stroked me, lazy, slowly, savering every slow stroke . I gripped the door handle so hard my knuckles ached.

Chloe reached back with one hand, squeezed my thigh, then turned the music up a notch.

By the time we hit the freeway Cassie had me fully hard, thumb circling the tip through the slit in my boxers. I was breathing through my teeth, trying not to thrust into her fist.

Chloe glanced back again “Save some for later,” she murmured.

Cassie pulled her hand out right as we turned into the academy lot. Zipped me up. I was throbbing

School was the usual blur. lockers slamming, kids yelling about last night’s game. Till I saw her - Sophia, in the hallway. She was leaning against her locker in that fitted blazer, curls loose today, laughing at something one of her friends said.

Our eyes met. She smiled a little, quick,then looked away. But she looked back. Twice. My stomach flipped. Was that interest? Or just being polite? or is this just in my head. I couldn’t read it.

Bio lab was last period. Group practical: build a simple circuit that powers an LED array using only the components on the table. Mine and Sophia’s group sucked at it. Wires kept shorting, bulbs flickered and died. Everyone else gave up around 3:30—“We’ll fix it tomorrow,” One after the other they say, they say, packing up.

Until it was just us. Everyone else had packed off

The room was quiet except for the hum of the air-con and the occasional spark from our mess of a breadboard.

Sophia sighed, pushed her hair back. “This is hopeless.”

“Yeah,” I said. “We’re cursed.”

She laughed at my joke, soft and feminine, it sounded real. Then her left hand landed on my thigh under the table. Gentle. High. Inches from where I was already half-hard again from the car ride.

Hormones kicked in instantly

“Are you busy later?” she asked, voice low. “Can you come to my place? We could… finish this there. Or at least try to figure out why it's going wrong”

I swallowed. Her fingers didn’t move, but the heat of her palm was burning through my jeans. “Y-yeah. Yeah, I can come.”

She smiled, slow, almost shy. “Right now? Or do you have stuff at home?”

“Nah,” I said too fast. I'm such an idiot. “I’m good. Let’s go now.” like I'd ever say no

Her condo was ten minutes away. Modern building, gated, valet parking. She led me up in the elevator, quiet, but every time our shoulders brushed I felt it the electric energy in the atmosphere

At her door she paused, key in hand, then turned and looked at me.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” she said, pushing it open , stepping aside

Sophia’s living room smelled like vanilla candles and fresh laundry. We finished the enzyme model around 8:30—finally got the pH stable, the reaction curve looking almost textbook. She hit “save” on the presentation file, leaned back on the couch, and grinned like we’d just won the Nobel.

She closed the laptop and the living room felt small, freer, breathable

Yes It took some time and sweat. But the enzyme model was done, finally; graphs clean, data finally cooperating.

Sophia leaned back into the couch cushions, and let out a soft, relieved laugh.

“We actually pulled it off.” She says with a genuine smile

I grinned, the knot in my chest loosening for the first time all day. “You pulled it off. I was mostly moral support.”

She turned toward me, knees bumping mine, dark curls falling over one shoulder. The fairy lights from the hallway spilled faint gold across her face. She bit her lip, small, nervous habit I’d noticed in class and looked down at her hands.

“You’ve been… different lately,” she said quietly. “Like you’re carrying something heavy. I don’t want to pry, but… if you want to stay a little longer, I’m okay with that. I like having you here.”

I could feel the energy in the atmosphere rising. I could smell her vanilla shampoo mixed with the faint citrus of whatever body wash she used. My pulse kicked up.

I reached over slowly, and brushed a curl off her cheek. She didn’t pull away. Her breath hitched, eyes flicking up to mine

“Sophia…”

She closed the gap first -- lips brushing mine like she was asking permission. I answered by kissing her back, soft at first, testing. She sighed into it, small and shaky, and that sound undid something in me.

We stayed like that for long minutes: slow kisses, hands learning curves through clothes. Her fingers trembled when they slid under my shirt, tracing my ribs slowly. I pulled her closer, guiding her onto my lap. She straddled me carefully, leggings soft against my jeans, and rocked once, hesitant, experimental. I felt how warm she was even through layers.

“You okay?” I murmured against her mouth.

She nodded, cheeks flushed. “Yeah. Just… nervous. In a good way.”

I kissed her neck, slow open-mouthed presses, and she tilted her head back with a quiet whimper. My hands slipped under her shirt, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. No bra. Her nipples were already hard. She arched into my touch, breath coming faster.

We pulled clothes off piece by piece, her blazer, my hoodie, her button-up, my T-shirt, the more deeper we went, the harder I felt. When she was down to just her leggings, she hesitated, arms crossing over her chest.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, meaning it. She blushed harder but let her arms drop.

I tugged the waistband down. No panties. She was glistening, slick, swollen, visibly wet, even dripping. The sight made my mouth water.

“Sophia…” I groaned.

She hid her face in my neck. “Don’t say anything. Just… touch me.”

I did. Fingers sliding through her folds, circling her clit slow. Finger dipping deeper in her pussy, teeth biting hard on her hard nipples, tasting her juices . She trembled, hips rocking into my hand, little gasps escaping every time I pressed harder.

When I slipped one finger inside her, she clenched immediately, hot, tight and dripping wet

“Please,” she whispered. “I want you. deeper, and don't stop”

We moved to her bedroom without a word. Fairy lights glowed soft above the bed. She lay back, legs parting shyly. I took a glance at the wet dripping beauty, bit my lips a little. I kissed down her body-- collarbone, breasts, stomach, until I was between her thighs. I licked her slow, savoring every shiver, every juice, every quiet moan she tried to swallow. She came on my tongue with a muffled cry, I swallow everything clean off her plate, fingers twisted in my hair, pressing my head down

Then she pulled me up, hands shaking as she pushed my jeans down. “Inside me. Please.”

I rolled on a condom from her nightstand drawer-she’d bought them “just in case,” she admitted with an embarrassed laugh. When I pushed in, slow inch by inch, she gasped, nails digging into my shoulders. She was soaked, taking me easily, but still so tight it made my head spin in estacy

We moved together. Gentle at first, then deeper, her legs wrapping around me. She buried her face in my neck, whispering my name in estacy I rubbed her clit in time with my thrusts until she came again all over my hard dick, clenching around me so hard I followed right after, groaning into her hair. I made sure to suck every single drop of it

We stayed tangled for a while, breathing hard. She curled against my chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.

“Round two?” she asked softly, almost too quiet to hear.

I checked the time; 9:12. Later than I thought.

“I should probably head back soon,” I said, but I didn’t move.

She looked up, eyes hopeful and shy. “Just a little longer? We can be quick.”

We did it, again

We weren’t quick.

Round two was slower, face-to-face, her on top this time. She rode me carefully, finding her rhythm, small whimpers every time she sank down fully. I held her hips, letting her set the pace. When she came, she collapsed forward, trembling, and I flipped us so I could finish deep inside her, still protected though, but the intimacy of it hit different.

Afterward she dozed against me. I waited until her breathing evened out, then slipped away carefully. Kissed her temple. Left a note on her desk: *Text me when you wake up. Tonight was… incredible.*

It was

The drive home was quiet. Guilt sat heavy in my gut, mixing with the afterglow. Sophia felt safe, real. The twins felt like a drug I couldn’t quit. Like an addiction.

I parked, crept up the stairs, pushed my bedroom door open.

The room was dark.

I flicked the light switch.

Chloe and Cassie. On my bed~completely naked.

Chloe lounged against the headboard, legs spread casually, one hand resting between her thighs like she’d been touching herself while waiting. Cassie sat beside her, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around them, eyes red and glassy.

The air felt heavy with sexual hormones

“Had fun with Sophia?” Cassie saids, hurt and jealousy flashed in her eyes

The door shut behind me. Chloe and Cassie sat naked on my bed, their skin glowing under the lamp it seems they’d been waiting to ambush me all night. Chloe’s smirk was all teeth, legs spread wide Cassie hugged her knees, eyes puffy like I just broke her heart

“You smell like her,” Cassie whispered, voice breaking a little.

Chloe’s eyes narrowed. “Had fun tonight?”

“Look, it wa-”

“Save it,” Chloe cut in, voice sharp. She slid off the bed, grabbed my collar, yanked me close. Her tits pressed against my chest through my shirt. “You reek of that bitch. Project my ass.”

Cassie uncurled, glaring. “You left us hanging, for her?”

Guilt hit hard, but so did the heat between my legs. “I’m sorry-”

Chloe slapped my cheek,not hard enough to bruise, but enough to sting. “Sorry doesn’t cut it.” She shoved me onto the bed, climbing on top and pinning my shoulders with her knees. Her pussy hovered inches from my face, already slick.

“Get over here and prove you’re still ours.”

She didn’t wait. She grabbed my hair, pulled my face into her cunt. “Eat it. Make me forget you cheated”

I dove in, tongue lapping her folds, tasting salt and heat. She ground down rough, smearing her wetness across my mouth and chin as I sucked her clit hard, flicking it, and she moaned, thighs squeezing my head like a vise.

Cassie moved fast, yanking my jeans and boxers down. My dick sprang out, hard as fuck despite everything. She spat on it, thick glob landing on the head, then wrapped her hand around, stroking rough and fast. “This is ours,” she hissed, twisting her grip. “Not hers.”

Chloe slapped my cheek again, lighter this time. “Harder, Ethan, or I’ll choke you with my thighs till you pass out.”

I pushed my tongue deeper, fucking her with it, while my fingers found her entrance. I slammed two in, curling them, smashing her spot hard. She bucked, cursing, “Fuck..yes....wreck me.”

Cassie straddled my hips, lined me up, and sank down in one brutal drop. Tight, wet heat swallow me whole. She rode me like it was a punishment, slamming down, grinding vicious, nails raking my chest red. “You like her pussy better? Huh?”

I mumbled "no" into Chloe’s folds, but she grabbed my throat, squeezing hard. “Liar,” she growled, riding my face faster. I gasped for air, my tongue working overtime, sucking and biting her clit till she shook.

Cassie leaned forward, spat on where we joined, wet slap against my balls, then rubbed it in, her fingers circling her own clit. “You’re gonna come inside me fill me up like you did her.”

Chloe came first, screaming low, flooding my mouth, then she pulled back, gasping, then spat into my open mouth. “Swallow it"

I did, throat burning and slimmy, Cassie kept pounding, walls clenching like she wanted to break me. Chloe slid down, shoved Cassie’s hand away, and jammed three fingers into her sister’s pussy alongside my dick. Stretching her and smashing deep.

Cassie wailed, body jerking. “Oh gawd...yes, right there, too much”

“Take it,” Chloe snapped, fingering her rough, knuckles grinding my shaft. I thrust up, matching the chaos, balls slapping wet skin.

Cassie came hard, squirting a little, soaking my groin. Her spasms dragged me over—hot ropes pulsing inside her, vision blurring in estacy

But they weren’t done. Chloe pushed Cassie off, straddled me reverse, ass in my face. “Clean her off your dick.” She deepthroated me in one go; gagging wet, throat tight, pulling so hard it hurt good. Spit dripped down my balls as she bobbed, sucking like she wanted to rip it off.

Cassie recovered, knelt between my legs, tongue lapping my sack, then joining Chloe -- both mouths on me now, tongues tangling, sucking and biting a little. Chloe choked herself on it, eyes watering, while Cassie spat on the base, stroking slick.

I was rock-hard again in minutes. Chloe flipped around, mounted me, rode furious, tits bouncing, slapping my face when I stared. “Eyes on me, not her.”

Cassie grabbed my throat, choking light and leaning in to spit in my mouth. “You’re ours. Say it.”

“ I'm yours ” I gasped, thrusting up ever faster

Chloe came again, clenching like a fist then pulled off. “Fuck my baby sister now. Harder than mine.”

I flipped Cassie onto her back, slammed in deep, very deep -- pounding rough, skin slapping loud. Chloe fingered Cassie’s clit, smashing it, while spitting on her tits then rubbing it in.

Cassie screamed, coming again, nails drawing blood marks on my back.

I pulled out, came on their faces --hot streaks across cheeks and lips. They both opened their mouths to swallow it in.

They licked each other clean, tongues messy. Chloe licking my cum off Cassie cheek while cassie doing same

We collapsed, sweaty mess. Chloe curled against me, voice soft but steel. “Next time you cheat, we won’t stop till you faint.”

Cassie kissed my neck “Don’t make us, darling”

We lay there for some couple of minutes,naked and sucked socked with the stingful hot scent of sex and cum

Then the door exploded open.

Boom

Mom stood there, holding a shopping bag, face bright until she saw us. "Ethan, honey, I got you this new shirt—thought you'd—"

She froze.

We froze -- naked, tangled together, cum and spit everywhere.

Nobody moved..