“Okay,” she said. “We’re all thinking it… let’s just cut to the chase and get naked already.”
Evan stepped inside, the door clicking softly behind him as warm. Cool air wrapped around his skin. The house smelled the same as it always had. Like lemon cleaner, fabric softener, and the faint tang of dust on electronics. But there was something else layered beneath it now. Vanilla-sweet perfume, the unmistakable scent of warm skin. He could hear the pulse of low music filtering in from the living room.
He hadn’t been home in almost two years. He had transferred to a university across the country. And already, it didn’t feel like home anymore. He barely had time to drop his bag before he heard footsteps, bare, quick. He smiled when she appeared.
“Evan!” Lena squealed.
She crashed into him with a hug, arms around his neck. She was soft and clinging, her bare stomach pressing into his chest. His breath caught, not from the force of it, but the sudden realization. She was... gorgeous.
When the hell had that happened?
Two years ago, she was all elbows and sarcasm and oversized hoodies. Now? Now she was lean, curved in all the right places. Her tanned legs seemed long and elegant. His eyes were drawn to the soft cotton shorts she wore. He tried not to look at her midriff showing beneath a tight white crop top. It clung to her chest like it was painted on. Her dark hair was longer, straighter, with a hint of gloss. She smelled like a mix of coconut lotion and skin. It lingered in his nose even as she pulled back.
“Jesus,” he muttered under his breath.
“What?” she asked, smiling. Her eyes were bright, smug.
“You... look different.”
She grinned wider. “I turned eighteen. You look different when you grow up.”
He tried not to stare at her cleavage as she turned. But God help him, it was hard. Really hard. When did her breasts get so perky? Shit when did her ass get so perfectly round? Then he heard giggling, more feminine voices. They went into the living room.
“This is Zoey,” Lena said, pointing to the petite redhead. She was wearing a deep purple, lacey, nightgown with thin straps. He tried not to notice that her nipples were visible under the sheer fabric. He tried not to let his eyes linger on her matching boyshorts. Or the way they hugged her hips. She leaned forward and the nightgown hung dangerously low. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she gave Evan a slow, deliberate once-over.
“Hi,” she said, cocking her head. “You’re taller than I expected.”
Evan cleared his throat.
“Amber,” Lena gestured to the girl lounging on the arm of the couch, legs crossed lazily. She wore an oversized black t-shirt, but the hem didn't cover the tops of her thighs. One of her legs was pulled up, and the stretch exposed a smooth line of pale skin and the telltale curve of lace-trimmed panties. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed her panties weren't quite covering her vagina. Her dark braid rested over one shoulder. She didn’t speak, eyes unreadable and direct. He knew her from when he was still in high school. She was a year younger than him and he had always wanted to ask her out. He never dared, due to rumors that she was in a relationship with her brother.
“And that’s Maya,” Lena said as the last girl joined them, tall and effortlessly poised. She wore a loose silk robe, half-open to show a nearly transparent bra beneath. Her silk shorts looked like they might fall off at a moment's notice. Her skin gleamed, all warm gold and toned muscle. Maya looked Evan over with zero shame.
“Damn. You really didn’t tell us your brother was this cute.” She said biting her bottom lip.
Lena rolled her eyes. “Down, girl.”
"Can you blame me?"
Lena looked him over then shrugged. Evan blinked, unsure where to look. All of them were stunning. Comfortable. Half-naked. His brain scrambled for something appropriate to think, but it wasn’t cooperating.
They’re Lena’s friends. Off-limits. Untouchable. Just look away.
He tried to focus. To shut it down, to be good. But part of him, a darker part, stirred just beneath the surface like a shadow waiting to be indulged. It whispered temptations in a voice that was both his and not. His eyes betrayed him first, lingering. Zoey shifted on the armchair across from him, and that thin nightgown clung to her curves like a second skin, the outline of her breasts swaying with every breath she took. His gaze dropped to the soft jiggle beneath the fabric, the way her nipples faintly outlined themselves in the dim light.
Then Amber stretched, her long legs uncurling over the couch cushions, and that movement dragged his attention to the creamy expanse of her thighs. The hem of her panties had ridden up, exposing just enough of her pussy to make his throat tighten. The curve of her ass pressed firmly into the plush fabric, inviting, perfect.
And Maya… Maya was walking slowly past him, her robe untied just enough to sway open with each step, revealing smooth skin and flashes of something deeper. His pulse quickened. He caught the scent of her as she passed. Citrus, vanilla, and something warm and unmistakably female. That darker part of him growled in appreciation, feeding on the imagery, fanning the sparks into something hotter.
God. They’re all beautiful. I shouldn’t be thinking this. I shouldn’t be wondering what they look like underneath. Naked. Moaning.
He clenched his jaw. Cut it out, man.
Then there was Lena. She moved differently now. She was a confident woman, casual, deliberate. Her hips swayed with a subtle rhythm as she passed. Each step made her tight cotton shorts stretch just enough to draw the eye, to hint at the shape beneath. She wasn’t the shy girl she used to be. She’d grown up more than he’d expected, more than he was ready for. She wasn't a little girl anymore. And worse, she knew it. The way she carried herself told him she wanted to be seen. To be desired. Even if he was the only guy in the room.
She was studying him. Testing him. Watching the way his throat tensed, the way a flush crept up from his collar when she drew near. Her eyes flicked lower, knowingly, and he shifted his weight. He knew his shorts wouldn't hide any boner he might have. He was uncomfortable under the heat of her attention. He adjusted his stance, trying to disguise the pressure building in his pants. He forced himself to breathe through his nose, slow, steady, controlled.
But then she turned, half-reaching for something on the counter, and her crop top lifted just enough to expose a sliver of her breasts. Perfectly shaped, full, and firm. They weren't large but they strained subtly against the thin fabric, the outline of her nipples barely concealed. His gaze dropped, just for a second, but it was enough. The sight hit him like a punch to the gut. Her cotton shorts had taken on the perfect outline of her pussy. He looked away quickly, jaw tight, scolding himself. He was supposed to be better than this. But damn it, Lena was making it harder every second.
“Come on,” she said, tugging his wrist with a grin. “We’re having fun daring each other. You're just in time.”
He followed her to the pillow pile on the floor. The fabric of her shorts rode up with each step. He did his best not to notice his sister's ass as she sat.
It’s just a game, he told himself. Nothing’s going to happen. They won't do anything with me here.
He tried to hide his stiffening cock when he sat. The living room was a cozy chaos of cushions, soft blankets, and dim lamplight. The coffee table had been pushed aside, and the floor was scattered with soda cans, phone chargers, and half-eaten snacks. A lazy haze of body heat hung in the air. The girls were barefoot, spread out casually on the floor. Zoey sprawled on her belly, her boyshorts riding up and clinging perfectly to her ass. Amber still sat on the couch, one leg bent high. Maya, standing to one side, stretched her arms high over her head with a low sigh.
“God, I’m so warm,” she groaned, arching her back.
Her silky shorts slipped right off her hips without resistance, gliding down her thighs in one smooth, fluid motion. For a second, they hung caught delicately between her knees. The room froze for a heartbeat. Evan's breath caught in his throat, his body reacting before his mind could process. His eyes snapped downward, drawn by pure instinct to the sudden bareness between her thighs. The skin there was smooth, soft-looking, shaved completely clean.
His pulse spiked, the air around him thickening as a deep flush crept up his neck. Time stretched, slowed, and warped around that image. He wasn’t supposed to stare. He knew that. But it was too late. His gaze locked on the delicate slit, the subtle way her inner lips pressed together, the barely-there glisten of moisture. Her clit was just visible. He hadn’t meant to notice, but he did. The soft pink hue deepening. He remembered that from his biology unit, increased blood flow… arousal… His stomach clenched. A bolt of heat shot downward, and he shifted uncomfortably, panic fluttering just beneath his ribs. Don’t think about it. Don’t react. But his body wasn’t listening.
“Oops,” Maya said with a playful giggle, casually bending to pick them up.
Her breasts shifted beneath her open robe, the straps of her bra barely clinging to her shoulders.
Stop thinking about how big her tits are!
“Oh my god,” Zoey burst out, laughing. “That’s like the third time!”
“Show-off,” Lena muttered, but she was smiling.
Amber didn’t react. Just sipped from her can, eyes flicking to Evan’s face. Don’t look. Look away. Jesus Christ. But it was too late. The image was burned in his mind. The soft pink folds, the easy confidence with which she recovered. The way her eyes flicked up and caught him staring.
Maya winked. He sat there trying to adjust himself without being obvious. Lena settled beside him, her hip brushing his. They all seemed completely at ease in their bodies. Lounging, shifting, flashing glimpses of thigh, curve, and soft, naked skin as naturally as breathing.
They’re just being comfortable. It’s not about you. They’re not doing it for you.
But it felt like they were. It felt like they knew he was watching and liked it.
Zoey smirked. “I dare you to switch shorts with Lena.”
Evan blinked. Were they really about to do that? Right here? Shit, stop thinking about Lena's pussy.
Lena laughed. “You’re such a perv, Zo.”
“You love it,” Zoey shot back.
Maya was already standing. “Come on, birthday girl.”
Lena rolled her eyes and stood too. She tugged her cotton shorts off and kicked them over to Maya. Evan’s breath caught again. He tried to look away. He really did. But his little sister's perky ass was bare. She made no effort to hide them. She turned and caught his eyes before he could look away. She smiled and caught the silky shorts Maya had tossed her. He glanced at Maya who struggled a little to put Lena's shorts on.
Shit, they cling to her pussy. Stop staring at it.
He looked back at Lena who had turned her back to him. Unfortunately, this hid nothing as she bent over giving him a clear view of her pussy.
God, stop staring at your sister. What is wrong with you? Fuck, is she wet?
Part of him felt hot, electric like a wire had been stripped bare somewhere deep inside. They sat back down. Evan was stiff and doing his best to hide it. He adjusted the hem of his shirt over his lap and forced his thoughts elsewhere.
“Your turn, Evan,” Lena said, a little too innocently.
He cleared his throat. “Truth.”
Maya grinned, eyes still playful. “Have you had sex this month?”
His face heated. “No.”
“Been sexting anyone?” Zoey added.
“No.”
“Watching porn?” Lena asked, tilting her head.
He gave her a sharp look. "Isn't this supposed to be one question?"
Her expression was unreadable "We changed the rules."
“Sometimes,” he said.
The girls giggled. Zoey clapped. “At least he’s honest.”
Evan glanced at Amber.
Amber’s voice was low and quiet. “My turn? Truth.”
He hesitated. He thought about the feelings he still felt for her. Wondered if he might find a way to ask her out. But one thing hung over that desire. He had to know. He took a breath then blurted, “Is it true… what they say about you? About your brother?”
The laughter died. Amber didn’t move. She looked at him calmly.
“Yes,” she said.
That was all. But it landed like a thunderclap in the quiet. Zoey exhaled slowly. Maya raised her brows. Lena didn’t speak. Amber took a slow sip from her drink, then licked a drop off her lower lip.
“Next?” She said with a grin.
"Oh! Pick me!" Zoey giggled.
"Truth or-"
"Truth!" Zoey interrupted.
"Have you ever let people watch you fuck?" Amber said with the tone of someone asking for the time.
Evan’s mouth had gone dry. He didn’t know where to look anymore. What kind of game is this turning into? And deep down, a voice answered, Exactly the kind you were afraid you'd want.
=================================
The game turned into a blur. He answered questions about his school. The girls tease each other and him. He got dared to remove his pants. He was glad he chose boxers today. Maya dared Zoey to sing something ridiculous. Amber had picked a truth and Lena asked how much she enjoyed having sex with her brother. Amber blushed a lot but didn't answer. Evan managed a smile and even laughed a little. But his focus kept drifting. To the way Zoey’s breasts bounced beneath her nightgown as she danced in place, or the way Maya absentmindedly traced her finger around her belly button.
And then there was Lena. Sitting close, her bare thigh brushing his.
She reached for a seltzer can. He looked away when he noticed he could see up one of the legs of Maya's silk shorts and see Lena's pussy. He locked eyes with Amber who gave a knowing smile. Like she understood the forbidden desire. Lena settled in front of him this time. She surprised him by laying back and resting her head in his lap.
“Perfect,” she murmured.
He froze. Her head was resting across his upper thigh, and there was nothing but a thin layer of cotton boxers between his growing erection and her. His heart thudded.
She used to do this. When we were younger. Just naps on the couch. Nothing weird. Totally normal.
But it wasn’t normal anymore. Not with her new shape. Not with her perfect breasts more visible in her shirt from this angle. The thin fabric stretched tight over the outline of his cock. He swallowed hard and shifted slightly, praying she wouldn’t notice. She adjusted, nudging closer.
She has to feel it. It’s right there. God, what does she think I’m turned on by? Her friends? The game? Her?
His stomach twisted. The laughter around him faded into background static. He didn’t trust himself to look at anyone. Not with Zoey now perched on all fours, crawling for another drink and showing a full view of her soft curves, her shorts wedging high enough to reveal the crease where her ass met her thigh. He gritted his teeth and looked at the ceiling. He tried not to think of pushing his cock into Zoey's round ass. Lena gave a small sigh in his lap, completely at peace.
She’s so relaxed. So trusting. And I’m sitting here with a fucking hard-on, thinking about what would happen if she turned her head… if she looked up and saw what she was resting on. If she… Stop it. She’s your sister. She’s just being close. You’re the one ruining it by being horny.
She shifted again. This time rolling on her side. Her cheek pressed right against his cock this time. He stiffened, trying not to react. Trying not to breathe too loudly. Her lips were barely inches from the fabric concealing his cock. She must have felt the firmness there. How could she not? Still, she said nothing. Just hummed softly and closed her eyes. He stared down at her. At the bare curve of her shoulder, the slope of her waist, the way the shirt she wore gapped open just enough to show the inner swell of her breasts. The silk shorts that had slipped low showed her smooth hip.
Don’t look. Don’t imagine. Don’t think about how warm her mouth would feel. Or how soft her lips would be. Don’t picture her looking up at you with those big brown eyes while her tongue—
He clenched his fists. The others were still talking, distracted. Someone asked Amber something, and she gave a short, low reply. Maya was whispering something to Zoey that made both of them giggle. But Evan stayed still. Rigid. Silent.
Lena shifted once more and murmured, “You’re really hard.”
"Sorry," he whispered. "Your friends are distracting." He would not admit to her that she was the current cause. "Can you let me up so I can use the bathroom?"
Lena sat up and he excused himself. He practically stumbled to the bathroom. As soon as the door shut, he let out a shaky breath and dropped the waistband of his shorts. He had to hold his cock down just to aim. Annoyed that the thing was stubborn, twitching with need. The porcelain felt miles away.
God. I need to get a grip.
He tried to focus. The cool air. The dim tile. Anything. That’s when he heard the soft click of the door latch. He froze. Turned. And there was Amber, slipping inside, shutting the door behind her with practiced silence. His body tensed.
“Amber,” he started, stumbling to cover himself.
She raised one finger to her lips. “Shh.”
She smells like lavender.
She stepped forward slowly like she was giving him time to object, to push her away.
“Do you want help?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes were calm. Focused. “It looked like you needed it.”
Evan’s throat went dry. The part of him that wanted to say no. to keep some boundary intact. But the tension in his core said something else.
He nodded. Just once. Amber smiled faintly. Not smug. Not playful. Just understanding.
“Turn around,” she said gently.
He did. He heard the soft rustle of fabric hitting the floor. Her bare chest pressed lightly to his back, the soft curve of her breasts sending sparks up his spine. She held him like a lover. He closed his eyes as she reached around him, her hand wrapping around him carefully. Her movements were slow, deliberate. She wasn’t rushing him. She was reading him.
This shouldn’t feel this good. This shouldn’t feel right. But God…
Every stroke pulled something taut in his belly, coiling tighter with each glide of her fingers. The smell of her. The weight of her. The sheer absurd intimacy of being held like this.
“Let it out for me,” she whispered against his ear, her breath warm.
His body tensed, then shattered. A groan tore from his throat as his release hit. He was heavy, shaking, almost overwhelmed. The sound of cum splashing into the water filled the small room. Only the feel of her hand mattered now. Steady until the end, and the quiet way she sighed when he sagged forward. Amber slowly let go. He turned to watch her lick his cum off of her fingers. Then she bent to gather her shirt and slipped it over her shoulders. And then she was gone. Not even a look back. The door clicked shut. Evan stood there, heart pounding.
What the hell just happened?
He returned to the party. The buzz of conversation dipped into a lull, laughter dying into quieter smiles. Zoey was in the middle of a ridiculous impression of a cartoon character, waving her arms and making everyone groan with amusement. He looked away when he noticed the way her tits jiggled. Evan let out a breath, the tension in his body relaxing just slightly. He sat on the couch and Lena scooted near him so she could rest her back against his legs. It gave him a view down her shirt again but it was easier to ignore at this angle. He glanced at Amber, who was pretending he wasn't there. He noticed that her panties were fully pulled to the side and exposing her pussy. No way that wasn't deliberate. His cock stiffened again and he looked decided to watch Maya as Zoey dared her to do a belly dance. When she finished she looked around at the group with a lazy grin.
“Okay,” she said. “We’re all thinking it… let’s just cut to the chase and get naked already.”
The words landed like a dropped match. A flicker of silence passed between them. Then Zoey giggled, almost giddy. Amber tilted her head, considering it. Lena didn’t react but she didn’t object either.
Evan blinked. “Wait—seriously?”
“Why not?” Maya said, reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra. She let it fall to the floor. “It’s not like we haven’t all seen each other half-dressed already.”
He stared at her breast. They were big but still perky. He badly wanted to bury his face in them while he thrust his cock into her. Her fingers slipped under the waistband of Lena's tight cotton shorts. She slowly peeled the fabric down, inch by inch. Her hips shifted as she moved, teasing her body out of the clothes like a dancer who knew her audience was too stunned to breathe. Evan swallowed hard, his eyes drinking in every line of her figure. The toned curve of her thighs, the soft mound between her legs. Her clit just peaking out from between her pussy's lips. He tried to look away. Failed.
She’s not doing it for me. She just enjoys being naked. God I want to taste her. Shit, stop getting fucking hard.
Maya tossed the shorts aside and stretched again, unhurried.
Zoey was already up, giggling. “Fine, fine. I’m in.”
She turned her back to the group and slowly lifted her nightgown, wiggling her hips as she pulled it up. He stared at the way her ass moved as she did. Her bare skin appeared inch by inch, her waist narrow, her back smooth. The top came off, followed by her boyshorts. She turned and threw one hand in the air with a 'ta-da' motion. He could see the soft pink lips between her thighs.
God, she’s beautiful. All of them are. I don't know how I will handle it when they are all naked. When Lena... Shit... Why your sister when Amber's here?
Evan’s pulse thudded in his ears. His cock was hard again. Every slow movement the girls made only made it worse. More obvious. Amber stood last. She didn’t speak. She just reached down, grabbed the hem of her oversized t-shirt, and lifted it off in one clean motion. No hesitation.
Her breasts were firm and pale, her nipples flushed and tight. She reached for the waistband of her panties and slid them down slowly, deliberately, her eyes on Evan the entire time. He couldn’t look away.
She stepped out of them and sat back down, legs drawn up casually, completely exposed but totally unfazed. The way she was sitting he had a full view of her pussy between her ankles. Evan’s throat was dry. Every inch of his skin felt hot. Tight.
They’re all naked. Just… naked. Sitting around like it’s nothing. And I’m sitting here with my sister and a hard-on I can’t hide. What the fuck is happening?
“Everyone else did it,” Lena said simply. “I guess that makes it my turn.”
His heart stuttered.
Then Lena stirred. Stood up slowly. Her hair fell across her shoulder. Her eyes met his. No smile. Just… waiting. The room held its breath. She lifted her crop top off as she stepped into a slightly wider stance. The silk shorts Maya had traded to her fell effortlessly to the floor. Her breasts bounced free and the top joined the shorts. And Evan, Evan forgot to breathe.
Then she twirled. Slow. Intentional. His stomach tightened as she spun She was giving him a full, unhurried view of her from every angle. Her breasts were small but perfectly shaped her nipples tightened in the cool air Her breasts moved subtly with her motion, the slight bounce driving him insane. His mouth watered.
Her waist tapered in with delicate precision, just enough to make the generous swell of her hips below seem like a goddamn invitation. And her ass was the kind of ass you could spend hours exploring. He found himself mesmerized by the dimple on her left cheek. It shifted slightly as she finished her turn, standing straight to face him again. She looked at him with those wide brown eyes like this wasn’t the most devastating thing she’d ever done to him. Like she was still his innocent little sister. Not the grown and sexually powerful woman she had become.
He was shaking. Every inch of her felt like a living temptation, sculpted not for admiration but for raw desire. His gaze dropped without his permission. Her thighs were toned from her years on the track team. Her stance was open, and between her thighs, he saw-
Jesus.
Her pussy glistened softly in the light. It was the one thing he should never have seen. The one place on her body he should never even think about. And she was wet. Not a little. Not faintly. She was visibly, unmistakably aroused. It hit him like a blow. That wasn’t just the beauty he was seeing. That was hunger. That was her body reacting. She wanted this. She wanted to be seen.
His cock strained hard against his boxers, painfully thick and throbbing with need. He was almost afraid to breathe too hard, like even that would push him past the edge of control. He wanted to drop to his knees and taste her. He wanted to shove her against the nearest wall and bury himself so deep inside her that she forgot her own name. Every thought of her being his sister was dissolving under the heat building inside him. And still… some last frayed thread of restraint kept him frozen. Barely.
He tried to look away. But then something else caught his eye. Maya, still naked, lounging with her legs drawn slightly up. Her hand was resting between her thighs now. Her fingers were moving in slow circles over her clit. She looked completely relaxed like she wasn’t even aware she was doing it. His stomach twisted. This is out of control.
“Your turn,” Lena said, her voice soft but certain.
“What?” he croaked.
“You’re the only one left.” The other girls turned to him, grinning.
“Oh come on,” Zoey said. “Don’t be shy now.”
“You’ve seen us,” Maya added. “We want to see you.”
Amber gave him a small, knowing smile. “Be fair.”
He stood, legs stiff, and reached for the hem of his t-shirt. He pulled it off quickly, trying to act casual, but his fingers felt clumsy. His boxers were a problem thanks to how hard he was. He struggled with them for a moment when Lena stepped closer. Too close. She hooked her fingers into his waistband and pulled his boxers down. Kneeling she took them to the floor so he could step out of them. His cock bounced a few times after she freed it. It was so close to her face that he could feel her breath on it. Her lips parted as she looked at it with unmistakable hunger. He didn’t look at the girls. But he felt their eyes. And then laughter.
“Wow,” Zoey teased.
“Oh my god,” Maya whispered. “He’s actually hard.”
“Can you blame him?” Lena said, her voice too calm. “Look at us.”
He sat down quickly, folding his arms over his lap. They’re all watching. My sister saw. And I’m sitting here naked in a circle of girls who don’t seem to care at all. This was supposed to be just a game. All I can think about is fucking them all. God even after Amber jerked me off I need to cum again.
“Well,” Amber said casually, eyes flicking to Lena. “Looks like this is the first cock you’ve ever seen in real life. Judging from how wet you are.”
Lena smirked without embarrassment. “First one tonight.”
The girls laughed, but Evan’s face burned. Lena turned slightly toward Amber. “If you’re so experienced, then why don’t you lick it?”
Evan’s stomach flipped. Amber tilted her head, considering. “Only if you agree to let him stick it in you for one minute after.”
Lena giggled but didn’t answer. She just stood there. Completely naked. Beautiful. Sexy. Her entire body was on display like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Amber stood and walked over to him. Without hesitation, Amber knelt in front of him. He expected a quick flick of her tongue, something silly and playful. But instead, her lips parted, and she took him fully into her mouth. It was hot, wet, and slow. She swallowed his cock until her nose almost touched him. His vision blurred. His hips twitched involuntarily.
Oh my God.
She drew back with excruciating care, lips tight around him, letting every inch glide past her tongue until he slipped free with a soft wet sound. He shuddered. He barely noticed Lena had stood until he saw her. She was standing in front of him. Her bare back to him, looking over her shoulder. The soft light caught the round curve of her ass, the subtle shadows of her spine. He stared.
God, I want her. The thought hit him like a punch. No. No. I can’t. I shouldn’t.
But even as he told himself that, his eyes stayed locked on her body. Her bare skin, the shape of her legs, the tilt of her hips. Amber’s voice broke through the fog.
“Go slow,” she murmured.
Amber’s hand wrapped around him again. It hit him suddenly what Amber had agreed to. One lick. For one minute in his sister's pussy.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Can we get a condom?" He asked weakly.
"That," Amber said with a wicked grin, "could be arranged. But we won't let you. Don't cum now."
He barely breathed. Then, with an exhale that seemed to come from somewhere deep in her chest, Lena began to lower herself. Her warmth kissed the tip of his cock. He gripped the couch cushion hard. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming. Her silken heat wrapped around his head as she pressed the entrance of her body against him. She was soaked. Amber rubbed his tip against her folds, and the contact alone made his thighs tense. The soft moan Lena let out was heavenly music. His cock pulsed, already begging to cum in this forbidden pussy.
Then she eased down. Slowly. Excruciatingly slowly. The head of his cock plunged past her entrance, and he nearly groaned. Amber let go and moved closer to him. Holding his arm against her chest and resting her head on his shoulder. Like a lover watching him enjoy a gift. Lena was tight. So fucking tight. Too hot, wet, yielding with a slow stretch that felt impossibly good. The walls of her gripped him as she sank lower, and he felt every damn inch. Every ridge, every inch of pressure. Every agonizing second of his length disappearing into her heat threatened to break him.
He wanted to buck his hips, to take control and thrust up into her, but he didn’t. He couldn’t do that to his sister. Instead, he clenched his jaw and held still as she took more of him. Far too slowly her hips gradually descended until her ass pressed flush against his thighs and he was buried as deep as he could possibly go. The sensation was overwhelming. It was more than pleasure. His whole body was alive with it, every nerve ending lit up and buzzing.
She’s taken all of me. I’m inside her. My little sister. God I want to cum in her. I want to fuck her until she can't stand. I want to make her moan out my name.
She sat there, perfectly still. She was breathing through her nose with her back straight. She looked over her shoulder at him with an expression that told him one thing. She wanted to fuck him as much as he wanted to fuck her. He knew if he started she would let him. Welcome him.
To feel her holding him inside her and not moving. It was torture. He could feel her clench now and then, tiny unconscious pulses that made his breath hitch. Her slick heat surrounded him, holding him in a vice that pulsed with life and desire. His hands hovered near her hips, unsure if he should touch her. Amber made that choice for him and pushed his hands onto Lean's hips. Lena leaned back, resting against him. The change in position threatened to break him. To make him cum. She pulled one of his hands around and put it on their joined genitals.
One of the other girls said something in an excited tone. But he had ears only for Lena's moans as he started gently rubbing her clit. Acutely aware that he didn't have a condom. His free arm held her still. Fearful that any movement might make him cum. Every second dragged. His body screamed at him to thrust. To fuck. To cum. Claim her with his seed and impregnate her. But he didn’t. He just sat there, completely inside his sister, trying not to explode. Trying not to give in to his desire to breed his sister.
A bead of sweat slipped down his temple. His heart pounded like it might break through his ribs. The tension coiled low in his belly was unbearable. He had never felt this hard, this desperate. She was around him, squeezing him with every heartbeat. Her warmth, her smell, her skin, her weight. It was sensory overload, and he loved it. Don’t move. Don’t cum. Don’t ruin this. Then she looked back over her shoulder, a flush rising in her cheeks and that sly, breathy smile on her lips.
The minute was called out and Lena stood. He felt every inch of her slipping up, her walls dragging against the underside of his shaft like a slow exhale. Her wetness clung to him, reluctant, as if her body didn’t want to let go. He hissed through his teeth, his thighs trembling. When he finally slipped free from her, slick and throbbing in the open air, he had to resist the instinct to pull her right back down and lose himself in her completely.
Still naked, still flushed, Lena pivoted on the balls of her feet and faced him. Her brown eyes locked with his. She dropped to her knees in front of him, slowly, like a performance. His cock stood between them, flushed red, slick from her arousal, so hard it was painful. She didn’t touch it right away. She looked at it. Studied it. Like it was hers. And the hunger in her eyes made Evan’s breath catch. He thought wildly about how he had judged Amber's brother for wanting his sister.
Stupid really. His sister is hot like mine and she was willing... like mine.
She leaned forward and let her lips part, the heat of her breath ghosting over the head of his cock. The first contact, just her tongue. It was a flick against the slit. Barely there. It sent a bolt of lightning down his spine. Then her lips wrapped around the head, and he nearly lost it. Warm, soft, wet. Her mouth took him slowly, her lips dragging down his shaft with steady suction. Her tongue pressed and slid under as she sank deeper. The sensation was devastating. His whole body tensed, hips twitching just barely upward. She pressed a firm hand against his thigh, pinning him in place.
Don’t move, her touch said. Feel this.
He gritted his teeth, groaning low in his throat. Her mouth was heaven, tight, hot, knowing. She moved with a rhythm that felt too slow, too flawless, like she wanted to drive him to the edge molecule by molecule. Every stroke of her lips down his shaft was like fire, and when she pulled back. He was slick with saliva and her own wetness still coating him. Cool air struck, only to be followed again by her tongue lapping along his length with almost lazy precision. His hands clenched at the edge of the couch.
This is Lena. This is her mouth. I was just inside her and now she’s tasting me like it’s a reward. Fuck I'm going to cum in my sister's mouth.
The image would burn itself into his mind forever. She looked up at him, still sucking him down slowly, and when her eyes met his. There was a strange mixture of expressions. Love. Concern. Triumph. All the tension in his body snapped taut again. It wasn’t just the heat, or the skill, or the unbearable tightness of her mouth, it was her. Lena, his naked sister. Confident and hungry for him, reducing him to something shaking and speechless with nothing but her lips.
She took him all the way in again and his whole body went ridged. He moaned that he was close and she held gentle suction on him while her tongue danced over the head of his cock. Her burst like a dam. His cum splashed into his sister's mouth as he greedily groaned in pure bliss. She sucked him clean then moved up onto the couch. Pinning him between herself and Amber. Her damp hair clung to her neck. She had a lazy, goofy grin on her face as she’d just won a prize at a carnival. Evan stared ahead at nothing. His heart was racing. His breathing was uneven.
He felt hollow and full all at once. Ashamed. Thrilled. Uncertain.
What the hell did I just do? What we did… I let her. I wanted her. Shit, I still want her.
He could still feel the heat of her body, the way she looked at him over her shoulder. The way her breath caught. The softness of her thighs.
It was one minute. That’s all. Just a game. Then she, her mouth was perfect. He wanted more. And that’s the part I can’t keep quiet.
Lena bumped his shoulder playfully. “You’re quiet.”
He glanced at her. She looked... happy. Glowing. She didn’t seem conflicted. Not even a little. He forced a smile, but inside he was spiraling. God help me... I want her again.
"So was this some sort of plan?" He asked Lena. She nodded.
"She asked for my advice and planned to have all four of us here to make sure you were hard," Amber said.
He barely noticed Maya standing until she was right in front of him.
She didn’t hesitate. She gave him a slow, amused smile like she’d been waiting her turn all night.
“I’m next,” she said.
Not a question. Not a tease. Just… fact. They clearly panned all of this. Evan looked up at her, eyes tracing her figure. The way she stood, tall and bare, hair falling loose down her back. The openness of her body. Her confidence. He decided to let their plan play out. He didn't really want to fuck Maya and Zoey. But he knew they would feel great and he's happily fuck them both for a chance to fuck Amber. And he would fuck anyone they asked him to if it got him inside Lena again.
Evan took a breath and nodded. “Okay.”
He asked for a condom again and a box seemed to materialize in Amber's hands. He took one and rolled it on not remotely surprised that he was still hard after Lena sucked his balls dry. His hands were steady even though his heart was still hammering. Something was grounding in the act of it. Something deliberate. Not driven by lust like with Lena. This was their plan. He was thrilled. Maya straddled his lap a moment later, her skin cool and smooth against his thighs. She placed her hands on his shoulders and met his gaze, her expression unreadable.
And when she lowered herself onto him. The warmth. The closeness. The way she moved, slow at first, deliberate. Her breath caught slightly, her brow furrowing as she adjusted to him. He closed his eyes. Not to block her out, but to feel more. Her body shifted with a rhythm all her own. She was confident and practiced. She wasn’t performative about it. She moved for herself, chasing something that had little to do with him.
She feels amazing. She’s so different from Lena.
That thought chilled him. He opened his eyes again. Maya’s head was tilted back, lips parted slightly as she moved with more urgency. Her nails dug lightly into his shoulders. She shook suddenly, a ripple moving through her frame, then slowed, breathing hard. He could feel the walls of her pussy shutter. She had cum and he nearly didn't notice. She stopped moving altogether, resting her forehead against his.
“God,” she whispered, “Too good. I need to stop. Fuck your cock is good.” He blinked, surprised. She smiled at him again, softer this time. “Sorry. I wanted to let you finish but…”
He shook his head. “No, it’s okay. That was amazing anyway."
“Yeah,” she said, brushing her fingers through her hair and sliding off his lap with practiced grace.
She pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash. She curled up on a nearby cushion, her breathing still a little uneven. Evan leaned back against the couch, his own body straining with need, his mind clouded and sharp at the same time.
I almost came. I was so close. But it didn’t feel like pressure. It felt like…Well, it wasn't as good. It felt like being used as a sex toy. Not a lover.
And yet underneath it all… Lena was still sitting there. Watching him. Still smiling while he fucked someone who had been a friend of hers since they were four. Zoey stretched her legs out, then rolled casually onto her knees.
“Well,” she said brightly, brushing her tousled hair behind one ear. “If Maya’s had her turn…” Her eyes flicked to Evan. “Can I go next?”
There was a lilt in her voice like she was asking to borrow a hoodie or share a drink. She did not sound like a woman who wanted to straddle his lap and make love to him. But her gaze was steady. Then he reminded himself. He was their sex toy. In return, he got his sister. Evan nodded slowly, sitting up and reaching for another condom. His chest still rose and fell too fast. Zoey was already moving, crawling across the blanket like she was stalking something fun, not serious. Her skin glowed warm in the lamplight, her hips swaying, her confidence different from Maya’s. She slid into his lap with practiced ease, pressing her hands to his chest and tilting her head.
“You good?” she asked, half-whisper, half-giggle. He nodded again. “I’ve been waiting for this since we played Spin the Bottle in tenth grade,” she said, grinning. “Finally.”
And then she eased herself down onto him. His breath left his lungs all at once. Her body felt… different. Tight, and hot, but with a natural rhythm that took over instantly. She rolled her hips and laughed when she felt him twitch under her. She giggled as she moaned. Picking up speed and passion.
This is insane, Evan thought. She’s laughing while riding me. Like this is just fun. A game. Like nothing about this is real to her, but it still feels... amazing.
Zoey closed her eyes and started to move faster, her breath catching slightly. She wasn’t trying to perform for anyone. She wasn’t watching the others. She was just riding the wave of her own pleasure, and Evan could feel it in every shift of her hips. And then her body trembled. She gasped and leaned into his chest, clinging for a moment. Then stilled. Evan waited. But she didn’t move again. Instead, she kissed his shoulder once, then slid off him with a sigh, flopping onto her back with a dramatic exhale. She went so fast that he didn't even get to truly enjoy the feeling of being used.
“Whew. That was fast,” Maya teased from her cushion.
Zoey grinned without opening her eyes. “I’m efficient.”
Evan sat there, still painfully hard, trying not to groan out loud. He pulled off the condom. He was about to stand when Zoey took it from him and shook her head with a smile. He settled back down as she tossed it.
Three girls. Three perfect, unbelievable moments. And next could be the girl I always wanted or the one I can't stop wanting.
His eyes flicked to Lena again, unbidden. She was quiet now, her smile faint. Waiting. Evan turned his head and found Amber watching him. Still. Quiet. Her bare legs curled beneath her, one hand resting on the pillow beside her hip. Her expression was calm and there was something unmistakable in her eyes. He swallowed.
“Do you…” He hesitated. “Do you want a turn?”
She didn’t answer right away. Just tilted her head slightly, and bit down softly on her bottom lip. Then nodded once. That small gesture hit him nearly as hard as Lena's moans had. She unfolded her legs and laid back slowly, her skin glowing in the warm light, her body open and unashamed. Nothing was teasing or performative about it.
She’s just… waiting for me.
Evan’s chest tightened. His hands moved on instinct, condom, careful, methodical. His thoughts were anything but steady. He was about to fuck a girl that enjoyed making love with her brother. It turned him on. Even more when he realized that he might get to fuck his sister next. His arms felt light. His body buzzed. He looked down at her. He entered her slowly. The heat of her body took his breath away, smooth and alive around him. He inhaled sharply from the pleasure of it. With a moan, he sank into her.
Amber’s hands found his sides. Her legs curled higher, adjusting slightly. His body responded instinctively, pressing deeper. There was no rush. No loud gasps. Just the soft hush of skin against skin, the whisper of her breath as it synced with his. Evan’s mind flickered through everything that had happened. Maya’s boldness. Zoey’s wild energy. But none of it felt like this. Amber was solid beneath him. Present. Grounding.
I've always been half in love with this woman. Fuck she feels so fucking good.
As he moved inside her, building a rhythm they both fell into without speaking, he began to feel something tighten inside him. A knot pulling tighter with every touch, every near-release, every stolen glance across the room. Her body arched beneath his. She wasn't using him. She was making love with him. He kissed her. She clutched him and moaned sweetly into his kiss. His climax came like a wave tearing through him, not violent, but all-consuming. For a second, it almost hurt. Amber trembled with him, riding her own edge, her lips parting in a soft gasp. He didn’t know if she’d finished too or just held him through his moment. It didn’t matter.
He collapsed beside her, chest heaving, skin damp. The stillness afterward felt unreal. His heart raced.
I finally had her. I want more. But why does it feel like something’s still missing?
Amber didn’t speak. Just reached out and rested her hand lightly on his wrist. Reassuring. Wordless. He turned his head slightly… and saw Lena watching. She was curled against the far arm of the couch, legs folded, arms wrapped around her knees. Her smile hadn’t faded. Evan’s pulse fluttered again.
And God help me… I want her more now than I did before. I want them both. Why can't I be happy with one?
The energy in the room finally softened, like a campfire burning down to its embers. No one said it directly, but the sense was shared, they were done for now. It disappointed him. But he was soft and even the four naked women chatting happily about how they enjoyed fucking him didn't get him hard again. Maya yawned and flopped backward onto a pillow. Zoey grabbed a blanket and tossed it lazily over them both. Amber curled up at the far end of the room. She lay naked on the pillow her hair fanned out like a halo.
Lena stood, stretched, and nudged Evan’s hip with her toe. “You’re my pillow,” she said casually.
He didn’t argue. Part of him hoped he would get hard again before she decided to sleep. He settled on his side, and Lena curled into him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her bare back nestled against his front, fitting against him too perfectly. His cock was pressed against her ass. His arm slid around her waist. He held her like a lover. She took his hand and guided it just under the curve of her chest. Not quite cupping. Not quite innocent. Deciding to take a chance he moved up to fully hold her breast. She giggled but made no comment or movement. He loved the softness of her skin paired with her firm nipple under his palm. Evan stared into the dimness of the room, his breath slowing, his thoughts still tangled from everything they’d done tonight. He drifted, unwillingly, off to sleep.
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He woke slowly, like from a deep, warm pool. There was a soft sound in the room. Gentle. Wet. Familiar. He blinked into the darkness.
On the couch, just a few feet away, Maya and Zoey were moving together. Their quiet gasps and the sound of skin meeting skin barely louder than the rustle of the blanket that half-covered them. Lena looked over her shoulder and smiled when she saw he was awake. They watched Zoey and Maya on the other mattress. Maya’s hand gripped Zoey’s thigh as their mouths locked, their bodies moving with soft gasps and the rhythmic slide of skin on skin.
Evan could barely focus. His cock was hard. Painfully so. Pressed between the plush cheeks of Lena’s ass. It throbbed with every heartbeat, trapped in a perfect, maddening softness that only made him ache more. The heat radiating off her was unbearable. The way she breathed, the soft sound of excitement, drove him insane. Then she moved.
Not much. Just a shift of her hips, a little backward rock, enough for the tip of his cock to find her slick folds. He inhaled sharply, his whole body going rigid. She was soaked. That unmistakable slick heat coated him instantly. He realized with a flood of desire that she wanted this just as much as he did. Lena lifted her hips slightly. Tilted. And then, with deliberate slowness, took him inside her. Her warmth swallowed him in one long, melting slide. She was wet, tight, impossibly soft. He felt every inch as her pussy spread to take him, gliding along the contours of his cock like her body had been made for it. His stomach clenched. His chest rose with a trembling breath.
He’d been with others. Zoey. Maya. Amber. He might be in love with Amber. Moments of heat, pleasure, excitement. But Lena was the one he’d ached for. To hold. To feel. Her ass pressed against his hips as she settled all the way onto him. The feel of her was slick, pulsing, and tight around him. It was almost too much. The pressure, the wet friction, the flutter of her inner muscles trying to adjust around his size… it was overwhelming.
He stayed perfectly still. So did she. And that minute stretched into eternity. But this time he loved every second. He knew. They were going to finish this time.
Every breath was a storm. His cock throbbed deep inside her, trapped in that hot, quivering grip. Her cheeks cradled him from behind, firm yet soft, adding to the unbearable pleasure of being completely enveloped by her body. He could feel her heartbeat. The tiny tremors in her thighs. The slick heat coated his length, teasing the sensitive underside, clinging to him. He buried his face in her hair, breathing her in, trying to steady himself. But his thoughts spun out of control.
She feels incredible. She fits around me like she was meant to.
And then she moved. Just a slow, careful roll of her hips, guiding him back and forth. He gasped into her neck, unable to stop the low groan that tore from his throat.
Oh fuck…
The rhythm built gradually. They started with small thrusts, their bodies rocking together beneath the blanket. He slid in and out of her slowly, savoring every stroke. The way her slickness clung to him. The soft resistance of her inner walls. The delicate friction that sent sparks all the way down to his toes. He could feel every squeeze and ripple around him. Her ass cushioned the motion, making it feel like he was being stroked from every angle. And all the while, her breathing remained soft, her body pressing back into his like she wanted to keep him inside her forever.
His hands found her hips and held them gently as they rocked together. Each thrust sent a deeper wave of pleasure building in his spine. A tension that coiled in his gut and made his thighs tremble. He was completely wrapped in her, mind, body, soul. And then he felt her clench. Her inner muscles fluttered and gripped him just a little tighter. Her breath hitched in that unmistakable way. She was close. So was he. The tension was rising fast. It was thick, hot, urgent. His whole body tensed as the pressure grew, threatening to spill over.
He buried himself deep one last time. She gasped, her hand clenching the blanket, his firmly on her hip. And they climaxed together. Her body clamped around him. Her pussy pulsed in rhythmic, wet waves as he erupted inside her. His cock twitched hard, emptying into her in deep, aching bursts. The sensation was blinding. The pleasure drawn out by her orgasm squeezed around him, making every spasm more intense than the last. He held her tight as they rode it out. Heaving breaths, slick skin, her fingers laced with his, their bodies still joined.
Evan closed his eyes and whispered again, half-broken with bliss.
“Lena…”
The room was quiet now, the only sound was the occasional soft breath or shifting limb on sheets. The air smelled like sex and smoke and skin. Beneath the blanket, Evan lay still. Breathing with the slow, stunned rhythm of a man who had just been remade. He felt some guilt at cumming in his sister without a condom.
"I hope you are on the pill." He said with a hint of anxiety.
Lena was still in front of him, her body curled into his. Their legs were tangled, skin slick, thighs warm. Her hand rested over his, fingers laced gently, and the weight of her was grounding.
"IUD," She said softly pressing her butt into him. Keeping him inside herself.
His cock softening slowly but unmoving cradled in her heat. That soft, wet pressure gripped him. She was still pulsing faintly with the ghost of her climax. Every time she shifted it sent a flutter through his whole body. He never wanted to move. Even in the afterglow, his senses were flooded with her scent, the warmth of her skin against his chest. Across the room, Zoey and Maya lay tangled together, limbs still twined, their bodies flushed and slick. They were watching.
Maya caught his eye and smiled. She didn’t say a word, but there was a softness in her expression. Zoey looked equally content, tracing slow circles on Maya’s bare hip. At some point during his and Lena’s lovemaking, they had both finished. And now, they had watched him cum in his sister. There should have been some embarrassment. But there wasn’t. Just warmth. Connection. There was motion behind him. The blanket rustled, and a cool draft hit his back before vanishing under the soft press of another body sliding in.
“Hey,” Amber whispered.
She curled up behind him, her skin touching his along the full length of his back. Her breasts pressed softly into him. One of her legs slipped over his, her inner thigh gliding against him. Her hand settled on his ribs with familiar ease, like she’d always belonged there.
“Amber…” he murmured, uncertain.
She rested her cheek between his shoulder blades, exhaling into his skin. “Lena’s going to date my brother, you know.”
The words hit like a stone. His heart stumbled. A drop of cold in the warmth. A quick clench in his chest. He knew he couldn't stay with his sister. But he had hoped that this had just been the beginning. But clearly, their plan didn't include that. Inside her, he still throbbed faintly. But suddenly that closeness felt fragile, borrowed. His hand squeezed hers a little tighter, and he swallowed, unsure of what to say. Every moment inside her body had felt like being welcomed home. Then Amber’s voice came again. Soft. Steady.
“And I’m going to date you,” Amber said as she kissed his back.
Evan blinked. His heart stuttered. He felt her words ripple through him. She didn’t say it like a joke. Or a request. As if it had already been decided. Her hand slid around to his chest. And it felt… good. Not a replacement for Lena. Not a consolation. But the simple fact that while he could openly love Amber. Lena would always need to remain a secret. Warmth bloomed where the cold had been. The pressure in his chest loosened, and something like happiness flickered to life. Then Lena shifted slightly, her breath catching as he slid in her slightly.
She murmured over her shoulder “It’s so we can all share each other. We are all moving near your school soon. He agreed to let you fuck me anytime you want as long as he can fuck Amber.”
He looked at her. Her brown eyes met his through a soft veil of hair. Her voice was quiet but clear. Her face held love and affection. Openly he would be dating Amber. In secret, he would be dating both of them. He could share if it meant he had both. He looked down at her back, at the soft sheen of sweat still clinging to her skin. At their joined hands. On the way, her body still pulsed gently around his cock, like it was made to hold him. He looked at the soft curve of Amber’s thigh sliding on his. He looked at the girls across the room, spent and smiling.
A breath left his lungs, long and full. Relief. Joy. Desire still lingering in his blood, but now joined by something steadier, deeper. He smiled. Slowly. Fully. He was held on all sides now. By Lena. By Amber. By the warmth of shared affection and fearless love. His cock twitched softly inside Lena’s body, and she gave a pleased sigh. She pressed her hips gently back against him, savoring that last, tender connection. Amber kissed the base of his neck.
"You girls must have spent a long time coming up with this plan." He said as he let himself drift off to sleep in his girlfriend's arms while he held his sister in his.