The air in the house was thick with summer’s lazy heat, the kind that makes your skin sticky and your thoughts reckless. My sisters, Lila and Sophie, were back for the season, their presence turning our quiet home into a pulsing, chaotic haven of laughter and secrets. Lila, 25, was a vision of untamed beauty—tall, lithe, with cascading raven hair that fell straight to her waist, framing her sharp cheekbones and deep hazel eyes. Her body was a canvas of rebellion: a delicate rose tattoo curled around her lower back, another inked vine circling her navel. Her breasts were pert, mid-sized, with large, dusky nipples that pressed against the sheer fabric of her low-cut tops. She wore a crimson crop top today, barely containing her curves, paired with a tight denim skirt that hugged her hips, the hem riding high on her thighs. Her black lace panties peeked out when she bent over, a deliberate tease. Lila was in grad school, sharp as a blade, and tethered to a boyfriend she swore she loved. But her eyes, when they met mine, held a dangerous spark.
Sophie, 19, was the opposite—a petite firecracker with short, tousled blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see through you. Her body was compact, her small, rounded breasts always straining against her tight tank tops, her ass a perfect curve in her ripped denim shorts. Today, she wore a white halter top, so thin her pink nipples were faintly visible, and shorts that barely covered her cheeks, the frayed edges brushing her thighs. A silver anklet glinted on her left foot, catching the light as she moved. Sophie was trouble, the kind of girl who thrived on chaos, who’d sneak vodka into her soda and flirt with anyone who looked her way. She was a party girl, untamed, and her laughter was a siren’s call.
How did I know so much about their bodies? Their curves, their secrets? It started last summer, and it’s a story that’s burned itself into my skin.
Lila had come home for her university break, slipping back into the bedroom she once shared with Sophie. The three of us—me, Lila, and our crew of friends—tore through the town’s bars those first few nights. I’d just turned 22, finally legal to drink with my big sister, and we hit the clubs hard, downing shots and dancing until the world blurred. Sophie, still too young for the bars, stayed behind, pouting. Lila and I would stumble home just before dawn, my head spinning, my body heavy with booze. Lila called my memory lapses “blackouts,” warning me to slow down. “You’re gonna fuck yourself up, Nate,” she’d say, her voice half-laugh, half-worry. I’d shrug, crash on my bed, and let the world fade.
One morning, I woke with a strange ache in my cock, a dull soreness that didn’t make sense. Had I fucked someone? Jerked off too hard? My memories of the night were a blank slate. When I saw Lila at breakfast, her hair messy and her crop top slipping off one shoulder, I fished for answers. “Have fun last night?” I asked, casually.
She raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Blackout again, huh? Don’t worry, Nate, you didn’t make a fool of yourself. I got you home safe. But seriously, slow the fuck down. You sleep like a corpse.” Her tone was teasing, but her eyes lingered on me for a second too long. I figured I’d just rubbed one out in my drunken haze. No big deal.
The next big night was a house party down the street, a sweaty, pulsing mess of bodies and bass. Sophie was there, causing her usual havoc. Her halter top clung to her skin, her shorts riding up as she danced, drawing every guy’s eye. Girlfriends glared, and boyfriends stumbled over themselves, but Sophie just laughed, thriving on the chaos. Lila was there too, her denim skirt swaying as she moved, her laughter cutting through the noise. I wasn’t looking to hook up—just catching up with friends—but the air felt charged, like something was about to break.
That night, I dreamed of a blowjob, wet and slow, my cock throbbing in a warm mouth. When I woke, my boxers were sticky, the tip of my dick crusted with dried cum. A wet dream? At 22? I’d never had one before. The ache in my groin was back, sharper this time. I tried to piece together the dream, but it slipped away like smoke. Something wasn’t right.
The weekend came, and I skipped the bars, opting for a guys’ night at a strip club. The beers were overpriced, so I barely drank, getting home late but clear-headed. I’d just drifted off when a noise jolted me awake. In the dim light, I saw a silhouette in my doorway—Lila. She stepped forward, her bare feet silent on the carpet, her body clad in a thin white nightshirt that ended mid-thigh, her black lace panties visible through the fabric. Her long hair was loose, framing her face like a dark halo. She paused, watching me, then eased onto the edge of my bed, her movements careful, like she was afraid to break something
I kept my breathing steady, one eye cracked open just enough to watch. She thought I was out cold, probably from another blackout. Her hand reached for my blanket, pulling it down to expose my body, clad only in boxers. My heart pounded as she unbuttoned my fly, her fingers trembling. Then, holy fuck, she reached inside and pulled out my soft cock.
I froze, every muscle screaming to react, but I didn’t. Her touch was electric, her fingers warm as they wrapped around me. Suddenly, it clicked—this was why I’d been waking up sore, sticky. Lila had been sneaking in, playing with me while I slept. And now, she thought I was too drunk to know. Before I could process it, she leaned down, her breath hot against my skin, and took my cock into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I thought, biting back a groan. Her lips were soft, her tongue swirling around the head, coating me in her spit. My cock hardened fast, growing to its full eight inches in her mouth. She bobbed slowly, careful not to wake me, her eyes flicking up to my face. Her nightshirt slipped, revealing one breast, the puffy nipple hard. She reached under her shirt, pinching her tit, then slid a hand into her panties, rubbing her clit as she sucked me. The sight was too much. My balls tightened, cum rising fast. I kept still, pretending to sleep, letting her think I was clueless. When I came, it was like a fucking volcano, thick spurts flooding her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her throat working, then licked me clean, her tongue slow and deliberate. She checked my face one last time, satisfied I was out, and slipped out of the room.
I lay there, heart racing, trying to make sense of it. My sister had just blown me. And it was the best fucking thing I’d ever felt.
The next few days were torture. Lila acted like nothing had happened, but I couldn’t stop seeing her differently. Her crop tops, her tight skirts, the way her hips swayed—it was all I could think about. I wanted more, but was it okay? Could I push it further? I decided to test the waters. Thursday night, we hit the bars again. I faked drinking hard, spilling beers when she wasn’t looking, playing the blackout card. When we got home, I slumped in the car, letting her half-carry me inside
Sophie met us at the door, her halter top askew, her eyes bright with mischief. “Fuck, Nate’s trashed,” Lila whispered to her, laughing. Sophie smirked, helping drag me to my room. I mumbled something incoherent, playing it up, and collapsed on my bed. Lila tucked me in, her hand brushing my thigh, then left. I waited, hoping she’d come back, but I was buzzed for real and passed out.
I woke to hands on my jeans, tugging them down. My boxers followed, cool air hitting my cock. I kept my eyes shut, heart hammering. “Just sit down,” Lila’s voice hissed. “He’s out, trust me.”
Sophie’s whisper came next, too soft to catch. Then Lila again: “Be quiet and watch.” A hand gripped my cock, stroking slowly, another cupping my balls. I was rock-hard in seconds. I cracked an eye, just enough to see Sophie in a grey cami and shorts, her nipples poking through, sitting in a chair by the window. Lila knelt beside me, her nightshirt riding up, her panties damp. Sophie leaned forward, eyes wide. “Fuck, it’s huge,” she breathed.
“Shh,” Lila snapped, then leaned down, her lips wrapping around my cock. She sucked slow, deliberately, her tongue tracing every vein. Sophie watched, her hand slipping into her shorts, rubbing her pussy. “Does he feel it?” she whispered.
“Oh, yeah,” Lila said, popping off my cock, spit dripping down her chin. “He moans, and moves a bit. Never wakes up, though.” She went back to sucking, harder now, her head bobbing. Sophie’s fingers moved faster, her shorts pulled aside, revealing a neatly trimmed blonde bush, her pink pussy glistening. “Suck it, Lila,” she hissed. “Suck that big cock.”
I was losing it, my hips twitching. Lila’s moans vibrated against me, “Mmm, mmm!” and I came hard, cum shooting into her throat. She swallowed it all, licking me clean. Sophie came too, her body shaking, a soft “Ohhh” escaping her lips. They froze when I groaned, but I rolled over, playing dead.
“See?” Lila whispered. “Fifth time, and he’s clueless. It’s perfect.”
Sophie panted, her pussy still exposed. “Fuck, that was hot. How do you get off?”
“Sometimes I touch myself while I suck him,” Lila said, standing. “Sometimes later, in my room.”
Sophie stepped closer, unbuttoning her cami. “If it’s okay with him, it’s okay with me, right?” Her small tits bounced free, nipples hard. She grabbed Lila’s hands, placing them on her breasts. “Let me eat you, Lila. It’s not cheating if it’s me.”
Lila gasped, her hands squeezing Sophie’s tits. Sophie’s fingers slid under Lila’s nightshirt, finding her soaked panties. “Fuck, you’re wet,” she murmured, pulling them down. Lila’s pussy was perfect—trimmed dark hair, pink lips glistening, her clit swollen. Sophie pushed her into the chair, spreading her legs wide. I watched, cock throbbing, as Sophie’s tongue licked Lila’s slit, slow at first, then faster. Lila moaned, her tits bouncing as she pinched her nipples. “Ohhh, Sophie… fuck…” she gasped, coming hard, her body shaking.
They kissed, soft and slow, then slipped out, leaving me reeling.
Saturday night, Lila went out with friends, and I stayed in, craving a quiet night. Sophie, to my surprise, wanted to join me. “What movie you getting?” she asked, her blue eyes gleaming.
“Dunno,” I said, intrigued. “Why?”
“Let’s grab some beers, watch something,” she said, bouncing on her toes. “I’m not in the mood to go out.”
I grinned, sensing an opportunity. “Fine, but you gotta be cool. Mum and Dad can’t know I’m buying you booze.”
She nodded, and I returned with a case of beer and two horror flicks. We settled in the basement, the big screen casting shadows. Sophie’s halter top was tighter now, her shorts barely covering her ass. We drank, laughed, and halfway through the first movie, she was tipsy, her eyes lingering on my crotch. I played along, pretending to get drunker, spilling beers down the sink when she wasn’t looking.
“Fuck, Nate, you’re wasted,” she giggled as I slurred my words, stumbling.
“Told you,” I mumbled, faking a yawn. “I’m done.” I closed my eyes, head lolling.
She called my name, louder each time. Satisfied I was out, she laid me down, tugging off my shoes. Her hands hesitated, then unbuttoned my shorts, pulling them down with my boxers. My cock sprang free, already half-hard. She knelt beside me, her breath hot, her cami slipping to reveal her tits. “Fuck,” she whispered, stroking me lightly, her fingers tracing my veins. My cock grew, thick and pulsing, nine inches now. She kissed the tip, soft and wet, then licked down the shaft, sucking my balls gently. “Mmm,” she moaned, her hand in her shorts, rubbing her pussy.
Her lips closed around me, her mouth tight and warm. She sucked sloppily, spit dripping, her moans muffled. “Mmm… mmm…” She pulled off, panting, her fingers frantic in her pussy, then dove back in, sucking harder. I was close, fighting to stay still, when she stopped, her breathing ragged. I thought she’d quit, but then I felt her climb onto the couch, straddling me. Her shorts were gone, her pussy bare, a sparse blonde patch above her pink lips, glistening with sweat and juice.
She guided my cock to her slit, rubbing it against her wetness. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered, easing down. My cock slid in, tight and scorching, her pussy gripping me like a vice. She sank lower, taking all nine inches, her breath hitching. “Ohhh… so big…” Her hips rocked, slow at first, then faster, her tits bouncing. I opened my eyes, meeting hers. She froze, but I grabbed her ass, thrusting up. “Don’t stop, Sophie,” I growled. “Fuck me.”
Her eyes widened, then softened. “Nate… oh, fuck, yes…” She rode me hard, her pussy squelching, her ass slapping my thighs. “Ahh… harder… fuck my pussy…” Her moans grew louder, “Ohhh… ungh… yes!” I pinched her nipples, making her gasp. “A-Ah! Mmm…”
The lights flicked on. “Keep it down, you’ll wake the whole fucking house.”
Lila stood in the doorway, arms crossed, her crop top tight, her skirt hiked up. Sophie and I froze, my cock still buried in her. Lila smirked. “Don’t stop now. Let me see.”
Sophie hesitated, then moved again, her pussy clenching me. “Fuck her, Nate,” Lila said, stepping closer, stripping off her top. Her tits bounced free, nipples hard. She shed her skirt and panties, her pussy glistening, the rose tattoo stark against her skin. Sophie came hard, her body shaking, “Ohhh… fuck!” I kept thrusting, her juice dripping down my balls.
Lila knelt beside us, stroking my thigh. “You like her tight pussy, Nate?” she purred, her fingers grazing my balls. Sophie rolled off, panting, and Lila climbed on, straddling me. “My turn,” she whispered, guiding my cock to her pussy. Her lips were swollen, her clit peeking out, her pussy hair neatly trimmed. She sank down, her heat enveloping me, wetter than Sophie’s, her walls pulsing. “Ohhh… fuck, Nate… so deep…”
She rode me slow, her tits swaying, her moans soft. “Mmm… yes… right there…” Sophie watched, fingering herself. “Fuck her, Nate. Fuck her hard.” I grabbed Lila’s hips, slamming into her, the wet clap of our bodies filling the room. “Ahh… ungh… yes!” Lila gasped, her pussy gushing, sweat beading on her thighs.
Sophie leaned in, kissing Lila’s neck, then her tits. “Eat me, Lila,” she begged, spreading her legs. Lila bent forward, her tongue lapping Sophie’s pussy, her ass high as I fucked her. “Ohhh… Sophie… your cunt’s so sweet…” Lila moaned, her voice muffled. I watched my cock slide in and out, her pussy juice coating me, her asshole winking with each thrust.
“Fuck… I’m close,” I grunted, my balls tightening. Lila’s pussy clamped down, her moans rising. “Ohhh… Nate… cum in me…” Sophie came first, her body shaking, “A-Ah! Mmm!” Lila followed, her pussy spasming, “Ahhhhh!” I pulled out, cum spraying across Lila’s ass, one spurt hitting her hair. We collapsed, sweaty and spent, tangled together.