For one terrifying second she just stares. Her blue eyes drop straight to my lap, to my hand, then to the very obvious. Then her lips curve into a slow, amused smile.

“Chloe—fuck—get out!” I yank the blanket so hard I almost rip it, face burning hotter than the California sun outside. My heart’s slamming against my ribs like it wants to escape before she does something worse than laugh.

She doesn’t leave. She kicks the door behind her shut gently with her heel, that half-eaten apple still in one hand, phone in the other, water still dripping from the ends of her hair onto the ties, drip drip drip.

The tiny sleep shorts ride up her thighs when she leans back against the door. "Damn, Ethan,” she says, voice low and way too entertained. “ Sophia Ramirez huh, didn’t think you had it in you.”

She heard the name, of course she heard the name.

She pulls her phone out of her hoodie pocket, thumbs already moving. “And I know how fast a screenshot travels. One tap and this goes to the group chat.

Or maybe just to Cassie first- she’d die laughing.

Or maybe straight to your mom. ‘Hey Mrs. Callahan, your golden boy’s got some… tension he’s working out.’”

“Don’t.” My voice cracks. I hate how small it sounds because of her threats “Please. I’m begging you. don't”

She lowers the phone but keeps it in her hand. Her eyes flick back down to the blanket, where I’m still obviously hard under the fabric. She licks a drop of apple juice off her bottom lip. “Begging already?” she murmurs. “That’s hot.” She sniffs

I swallow hard. “What do you want?”

Chloe takes a bite of the apple, chews slowly, eyes never leaving mine. “You’re right. They would lose their minds. Especially your mom.” She tilts her head. “So here’s the deal. One condition.”

I swallow. “Name it.” I say desperately expecting the worst

She pushes off the door, steps closer, voice dropping to this husky whisper that shouldn’t sound as hot as it does. “First I was thinking you could....maybe.. 'fuck me" She says sharply with a smile and playful tone like it was that simple, the humor almost made me laugh. "Right here. Right now. Get it out of your system.”

“No. No way in hell. You are my sister”

She laughs softly “Aw. So moral, so pure. Wasn't so pure when I saw you jerking off” She chuckle, and came closer “We’re not even blood, dummy. It’s just… fun.”

“I’m not doing that,” I say, and I mean it. My voice cracks anyway. “That’s crossing every line. You’re my stepsister. Mom would disown me. I can’t.”

Chloe studies me for a long second, tilting her head, with her shinny blue. Then she shrugs one shoulder, drops the apple core into my trash can, and sinks to her knees at the edge of the bed like she's done this a million times

“Fine,” she says. “Then just let me suck it.”

“What?”

“Five minutes. I suck you off, you keep your mouth shut about me sneaking Vodka in my water last week, and I delete the screenshot I just took, and we never speak of this again. Deal?”

At this point I don't know what to say anymore. My dick is still traitorously hard under the blanket. “That’s… still wrong.”

“Is it?” She tugs the blanket down slowly, eyes locked on mine. “It’s just a mouth, Ethan. No babies. No sin on your permanent record. Just... fun.” Her fingers brush my thigh. “Five minutes. That’s all I’m asking.”

I wanted to say no but I couldn't. She went on her knees without my response, her wet mouth was so close to my hard was so close to my dick now

With wet mouth and hands reaching ever closer to my hard cock

Instead I hear myself say, barely audible “Five minutes.”

Her smile was pure victory.

She doesn’t tease. She just pulls my shorts the rest of the way off, wraps her hand around the base, squeezed it with her palm so hard feeling the hardness, for some seconds I felt I was going to burst, then takes me into her mouth in one smooth motion.

Holy fuck.

Wet heat, tight lips. The moisture of it on my cock was way...more than gooning

Her tongue swirling under the head like she’s been thinking about this. Dipping her tongue into my dick hole like she wants to tease the insides of me. My head hits the headboard with a thud and a groan rips out of me before I can stop it.

She hums around me, the vibration shooting straight down my spine. One hand strokes what her mouth doesn’t reach, the other rests on my thigh, nails lightly digging in. She’s good. Messy and eager, spit sliding down my shaft, little moans vibrating every time I twitch.

I try to think of anything else - basketball, New York, Mom’s face-but it’s useless, nothing works. My hand ends up in her wet hair, holding on while my hips lift off the bed. I felt like exploding-but in a good way... Juicy, lubricatory, warm, soft throat, saliva

Three minutes in I’m already shaking. “Chloee.. I’m clos-” couldn't complete my statement

She pops off with a wet sound, lips shiny, breathing hard. “Already? Cute.” Then she dives back down, faster, deeper, taking me all the way until her nose brushes my stomach, sucking deeper and tighter

That’s it...my brain melts in estacy

Some last scrap of morality screams at me to pull out, finish on my stomach, pulling out of my sister's mouth.

But my body doesn’t listen. I was too far gone

I grab her shoulders, yank her up the bed in one desperate move. She gasps, eyes wide, legs scrambling. Her shorts are already shoved halfway down from when she climbed on. I hook them aside with shaking fingers, line up, and push inside her in one thrust.

Bare, hot, raw So fucking tight.

She gasp... “Ethan-”

I can’t stop. I thrust again, deeper, and her head falls back with a broken moan.

“Oh my go- you fucking hypocrit-” She tries to make out words

I’m gone. She’s soaked, clenching around me on purpose, rolling her hips to meet every thrust like she’s been waiting for this. The bed creaks. Skin slaps skin. Her nails rake down my back and she groan so loud I’m sure the whole house hears.

We’re animals. No romance, just raw, desperate fucking. I can’t stop. I don’t even want to.

Neither does she.

"Don't you dare sto-"

Boom

Then the door swings open, again.

" Seriously? You’re fucking him"

Cassie stands there in her oversized sweater, book still in her hand, eyes huge.

Chloe doesn’t even slow down. She just looks over her shoulder, still riding me, and snaps, “Go away.”

Cassie doesn’t move. Her cheeks are flushed pink with a hint of jealousy, but her voice is steady. “No.”

Chloe laughs breathlessly. “Seriously?”

“You’re fucking him,” Cassie says quietly. “I’m telling Dad.”

Chloe rolls her eyes, still grinding down on me. “Go a- ahead, I’ll survive grounding. E-ethan’s the one whose mom will l-lose her mind.” She says still riding

My stomach drops

She’s right. Mom would never understand. She’d look at me like I’m a stranger. Maybe even leave Mike. All because I couldn’t keep it in my pants

Cassie’s eyes flick down to where we’re joined, then back up. She swallows hard.

“I won’t tell,” she whispers. “If… I get to stay.” She says shyly

Chloe’s inner muscles flutter around me at the words. She smirks down at me, still moving slow and filthy.

“Well, big bro?” she pants. “You gonna be greedy… or are you gonna share?” She says with a smirk

“Lock the door, Cassie.” The word came out before I could even think

She does, Click. Then she gives me a cute little and dirty smirk. That's a first, wow

Cassie does. Click

Chloe pulls off me, slowly letting me feel every inch—and scoots back so she’s sitting against the headboard, legs spread. She pats the mattress beside her.

“Come here, Cass.”

Cassie hesitates only a second. Then she’s climbing onto the bed, sneakers still on, backpack forgotten on the floor.

Chloe reaches over, hooks a finger in Cassie’s waistband, tugs her shorts and panties down in one smooth motion. Cassie whimpers.

“Take your shirt off,” Chloe tells her.

Cassie obeys. No bra. Perfect pale breasts, nipples already hard.

Chloe leans in and kisses her, soft at first, then deeper. Tongues sliding. Cassie moans into her sister’s mouth.

I’m rock-hard and leaking, staring like an idiot. It was a fascinating sight actually

Chloe breaks the kiss, looks at me. “You gonna sit there or are you gonna fuck us both?”

I move before thinking

I pull Cassie onto her back first. She opens her legs immediately, breath hitching. It was a beautiful sight actually, was rock hard just by staring at it. I'm sure even gay guys would go hard by the incredible sight. I notch myself at her entrance, smaller than Chloe, tighter, and push in slow. She gasps, back arching. “Oh...fuck...” She moans lowly. A hint of pink flashing through her cheek

Chloe watches, one hand between her own thighs, rubbing lazy circles. “Good boy,” she murmurs. “Give it to her.”

I do.

I fuck Cassie steady and deep while Chloe leans down and sucks one of her sister’s nipples into her mouth. Cassie’s hands fly to both of our hair, mine and Chloe’s, pulling hard.

The room smells like sex sweat perfume Lotion mixed with cum

Chloe climbs over Cassie’s face without warning. “Eat me,” she orders. A smirk on her face like this's not their first time doing this with each other

Cassie does, eager, messy, tongue working while Chloe grinds down. Tongue clicking deeper and faster into pussy while Chloe pushes in

I watch it happen inches from my face and something inside me snaps for good.

I pull out of Cassie, grab Chloe’s hips, and slam back into her from behind while she rides her sister’s mouth. Chloe cries out in estacy

“Fuck, yes, just like that ”

Cassie’s muffled moans vibrate through both of us.

I don’t last long after that.

I come hard, buried deep in Chloe, hips jerking, groaning so loud my throat hurts. She clenches around me and comes too, thighs shaking, fingers digging into Cassie’s hair.

Cassie follows seconds later, back bowed, muffled scream against Chloe’s pussy.

We collapse in a sweaty tangle. Breathing ragged. heart pulse from the excersise

For a whole minute nobody speaks.

Then Chloe laughs, satisfaction in her tone “So.....” she says, tracing lazy circles on my chest. “We doing this again tomorrow?”

I close my eyes.

“…Yeah,” I mutter" I spoke again without thinking.

Cassie giggles against my shoulder. Gives me a soft kiss on the cheek, and Chloe kisses my jaw. “Good boy.” She says

And just like that, I’m fucked by my own sisters

*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