The cabin smelled of pine and dust. Kaylee stood in a sliver of afternoon light, her wrap dress gaping at the back. Kevin's calloused fingers found the tiny metal catch, his knuckles grazing the soft, hot valley of her spine. She shivered.
From the doorway, Paige watched, her dark eyes wide, one hand unconsciously drifting to her own hip.
The air thickened, charged with the simple, dangerous fact of their bodies in this small, quiet space.
Kevin’s thumb worked the stubborn zipper. It was a cheap thing, the metal teeth catching on the fabric of her dress. He felt the shift of her weight, the minute roll of her shoulders as she breathed in. The scent of her skin—warm vanilla and salt—rose from the exposed strip of her back.
“Stuck?” Kaylee’s voice was a murmur, amused.
“Just old.” His voice was low, a private rumble meant for the curve of her ear. He applied more pressure, his other hand settling on her waist to steady her. The cotton of his shirt brushed her skin.
Paige didn’t move from the doorway. Her fingers pressed into the soft flesh just above her own hipbone, a silent echo. She saw the way Kevin’s hand spanned Kaylee’s waist, the way his fingertips dipped just beneath the fabric. She saw the absolute stillness of her sister, a statue waiting for a touch.
The zipper gave with a sharp, metallic sigh.
The dress loosened, the two halves of fabric falling away from Kaylee’s spine. A deeper expanse of smooth, brown skin was revealed, the dimples at the base of her back, the swell of her hips where the dress still clung. Kevin didn’t move his hand from her waist.
Kaylee turned her head, just enough to look at him over her shoulder. A smile played on her lips. “Hero.”
He leaned in. His mouth brushed the shell of her ear. “Always.”
Paige’s breath hitched. The sound was soft, but it landed in the quiet room. Two pairs of eyes turned to the doorway.
Kaylee’s smile widened, warm and inclusive. “You okay, bug?”
Paige’s hand dropped from her hip as if burned. She nodded, too quickly. “Fine. Just… the light. It’s pretty.”
Kevin’s gaze lingered on Paige for a second longer. He saw the flush on her cheeks, the way her eyes darted from Kaylee’s exposed back to the floorboards. He said nothing. His hand finally left Kaylee’s waist, the heat of his palm lingering in the air between them.
Kaylee shrugged the dress off her shoulders. It pooled around her feet in a circle of bright fabric. She stood there in just her bra and panties—simple cotton, practical, stretched full over the lush curves of her breasts and hips. The afternoon light gilded the soft swell of her stomach, the dip of her navel.
“God, I need a shower,” she sighed, bending to pick up the dress. The movement made her breasts shift heavily in their cups, the line of her spine a deep, elegant curve. She straightened, dress in hand, and padded toward the bedroom door. She paused beside Paige, reaching out to squeeze her sister’s arm. “Make yourself at home. It’s rustic, but it’s ours for the week.”
Paige nodded, her arm tingling where Kaylee had touched her. “Yeah.”
Kaylee disappeared down the short hall. The sound of a door closing, then the distant rush of water through old pipes.
Silence pooled in the bedroom, deeper now. Dust motes danced in the slanted light. Kevin moved to the large window, looking out at the dense wall of pines and the first hints of the mountains beyond. His reflection in the glass was faint, superimposed over the wilderness.
Paige remained in the doorway. She watched his back, the set of his shoulders under the worn flannel. She cleared her throat. “It’s a nice cabin.”
“It is.” He didn’t turn. “Quiet.”
“She’s really happy.”
This time, he glanced back. A slow, genuine smile softened his features. “She is.”
Paige took a step into the room. Her own bag was at her feet, a duffel she’d overpacked. She nudged it with her toe. The floorboard beneath her creaked, a long, low sound that seemed to vibrate up through the soles of her feet. It felt like the house was settling. Or waking up.
Outside, the wind moved through the pines. It didn’t sound like a sigh. It sounded like a breath being held.
The day passed in a blur of pine trails and mountain overlooks, the three of them returning to the cabin as dusk stained the sky purple. Now, the only light came from the moon through the single window, painting the large bed in silver and deep shadow. Under the thick wool blanket, Kaylee’s hand found Kevin’s cock through his boxers.
He was already hard. Had been since she’d pressed against him on the narrow trail, her breath warm on his neck as she pointed at a hawk. Her fingers wrapped around his length, a firm, knowing grip through the cotton. She began to stroke him, slow and deliberate, her thumb pressing the head on each upstroke.
On Kevin’s other side, Paige lay perfectly still, her breathing deep and even. The blanket rose and fell with the rhythm of feigned sleep. Her back was to them, a soft, rounded curve in the darkness.
Kaylee’s lips found Kevin’s ear. “You’ve been thinking about this all day,” she whispered, her voice a low, hot vibration. Her hand slid beneath the waistband of his boxers, skin on skin. Her palm was smooth, her grip tighter now. Precise. “I could feel you watching me. On the rocks.”
Kevin let out a slow breath, his hips pushing up into her hand. The wet sound of her stroking him filled the quiet. Pre-cum slicked her movements.
“Kay,” he murmured, a warning and a plea.
“Shhh.” She kissed his jaw, her other hand sliding under his shirt to splay across his stomach. “She’s asleep.”
Paige’s breathing hitched. Just once. A tiny fracture in the performance. Then it evened out again, too perfectly.
Kaylee’s hand worked him, a steady, building rhythm. Her breasts pressed against his arm, heavy and warm through her thin sleep tank. Kevin turned his head, catching her mouth in a deep, silent kiss. He could taste the mint of her toothpaste, the darker heat beneath it.
His own hand moved, finding the hem of her shirt, sliding up to cup the full weight of her breast. Her nipple was already a hard peak against his palm. He rolled it between his fingers, and she broke the kiss with a sharp inhale, her strokes on his cock faltering for a second before resuming, faster.
Then, a new touch. Feather-light, tentative. Fingers brushed the sensitive skin of his balls, cupping them gently from below.
It wasn’t Kaylee’s hand.
Kevin went utterly still. Kaylee’s hand stilled on his cock, her own breath catching. The only movement was that gentle, trembling hold from the other side. Paige’s fingers traced the tight seam, the weight of him in her palm. Her touch was nothing like her sister’s—uncertain, exploratory, achingly soft.
Kaylee’s eyes found Kevin’s in the dark. They were wide, black pools reflecting moonlight. Not shock. Something hotter. Something knowing. A slow, wicked smile touched her lips.
She leaned close, her whisper a direct line into his ear. “She’s not asleep.”
As if on cue, Paige’s fingers tightened, just a fraction. A soft, involuntary sound escaped her—a muffled whimper against her pillow. Her thumb stroked a slow, deliberate line along the underside of his scrotum.
Kaylee’s hand began to move again, her grip slick with his fluid now. She matched her rhythm to the tentative pulses of Paige’s touch, a silent, devastating coordination. Kevin’s jaw clenched. Heat coiled low in his gut, tight and urgent.
“Feel that?” Kaylee breathed, her mouth against his skin. “She’s touching you.”
Paige’s other hand moved then, sliding across the sheet. Her knuckles brushed Kevin’s hip, then her palm settled flat on his thigh, high up, her fingers digging into the muscle there. Holding on. Her breathing was no longer even—it was shallow, rapid gusts against his shoulder blade.
Kaylee sped her hand, twisting on the upstroke. “She wants to feel you come,” she whispered, the words filthy and direct. “Don’t you, bug?”
A choked, desperate sound from Paige. A nod, her forehead pressing into Kevin’s back. Her hand on his balls trembled.
It was the tremor that undid him. The proof of her want, her fear, her terrible curiosity. The orgasm ripped through him, silent but for the ragged tear of his own breath. His cock pulsed in Kaylee’s fist, hot stripes painting his stomach and her hand. Paige’s fingers held him through it, feeling each throb, each contraction against her palm.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of three people breathing in the dark. The smell of sex and sweat and pine resin.
Slowly, Paige’s hand withdrew. The loss of her touch was a cold shock. She curled away, turning onto her other side, facing the wall. The space between them yawned, charged and hollow.
Kaylee wiped her hand clean on the sheet beside her. She shifted, pressing her body along the length of Kevin’s, her lips finding his shoulder in a soft, possessive kiss. Her heartbeat was a wild drum against his back.
Outside, the wind moved through the pines. It didn’t sound like a sigh anymore. It sounded like a low, hungry approval.
Kaylee’s lips left his shoulder. Her hand, still resting on his stomach, slid lower through the cooling mess on his skin. “Not done with you yet,” she whispered, her voice a low, private hum against his ear. She shifted, the mattress dipping as she moved down the bed.
The blanket was pushed back. Moonlight caught the pale curve of her back as she settled between his legs. Kevin’s breath hitched, his spent cock twitching against his thigh as her fingers wrapped around him again. She stroked him slowly, coaxing, her thumb smearing the wetness already there.
“Kay,” he breathed, his voice rough.
“You need to be ready,” she said, matter-of-fact. Her other hand pressed his hip flat to the mattress. “You have a thank you to give.”
She didn’t look toward the wall where Paige lay rigid. She didn’t have to. The words hung in the dark, a direct order. Then her mouth was on him.
Her tongue was broad and hot, licking a slow, thorough stripe from root to tip. She took the head into her mouth, sucking gently, her hand working the base. The sensation was a sharp, bright shock after the climax—almost too much, then not enough. He groaned, his hips lifting off the mattress.
Kaylee took him deeper. Her lips stretched around his girth, her throat working as she relaxed into it. The wet, soft heat of her mouth was relentless. She bobbed her head, a steady, deep rhythm, one hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. Her other hand braced on his thigh, her fingers digging in.
Kevin’s head fell back against the pillow. He stared at the dark ceiling, the rough-hewn logs swimming in his vision. Every nerve was raw, oversensitive. Her suction was perfect, demanding. He could feel his body responding, the tired ache giving way to a fresh, insistent throb.
From the other side of the bed, there was no sound but the faint rustle of sheets. Paige wasn’t sleeping. The air was thick with her listening.
Kaylee pulled off with a soft, wet pop. She breathed heavily, her cheek resting against his thigh. “Look at her,” she murmured, her voice husky from use.
Kevin turned his head. Paige was still facing the wall, but she’d curled tighter, the blanket pulled up to her ears. The line of her shoulder was tense, a sharp angle in the gloom.
“Paige.” Kaylee’s voice was not loud. It was a clear, carrying thing in the quiet.
Paige flinched. A full-body shudder rolled through her.
“Turn around,” Kaylee said. She didn’t wait. She lowered her mouth to Kevin’s cock again, taking him deep, her throat fluttering around the head. A low, choked moan vibrated through her and into him.
Slowly, Paige turned. She kept the sheet clutched to her chest, her eyes wide and dark in the moonlight. She stared at the shadowed space where her sister’s head moved in Kevin’s lap. Her lips were parted.
Kaylee worked him with a focused, practiced hunger. Spit slicked his length, glistening. The sounds were obscene—wet suction, her soft grunts, the creak of the bed. She reached up blindly, her hand finding Kevin’s, lacing their fingers together and pressing his palm flat against the mattress beside his hip. An anchor.
He was fully hard again, aching, the head of his cock bumping the back of her throat with each downward stroke. The sight of Paige watching, her face a mask of terrified fascination, sent a new, illicit current straight through his gut.
Kaylee felt the change, the different tension in his muscles. She released him, her chin gleaming. “Good,” she panted. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Now.” She looked at Paige. “Come here, bug.”
Paige didn’t move. Her knuckles were white on the sheet.
“He’s not going to bite,” Kaylee said, a thread of laughter in her voice. She nudged Kevin’s hip. “Go on. Thank her properly.”
Kevin pushed himself up on his elbows. The room tilted for a second. He looked at Paige, at the fear and want warring in her eyes. He held out a hand to her, palm up, over the expanse of rumpled sheets between them.
Kevin’s outstretched hand hung in the air between them. Paige stared at it, her breath a shallow tremor in her chest. Then her fingers uncurled from the sheet. She reached, her hand small and cold as it slid into his. He closed his fingers around hers, the calluses on his palm rough against her skin, and pulled her gently across the mattress.
She came without resistance, the sheet falling away as she moved. The moonlight caught the full, round curve of her ass, the soft swell of her hips, the smaller, softer weight of her breasts. She knelt beside him, her body trembling.
“Good girl,” Kaylee murmured from the foot of the bed. She crawled up alongside them, her own curves a darker shadow in the dim light. Her hands went to the thin straps of Paige’s camisole. “Let’s get this off.”
Paige lifted her arms, a childlike surrender. Kaylee drew the fabric up and over her head, tossing it aside. The air in the room was cool on Paige’s skin. She shivered, her nipples tightening into hard peaks.
Kevin’s hands replaced the night’s chill. They were warm, broad. They settled on her waist, his thumbs stroking the soft indent of her hips. He guided her to turn, to face away from him, toward the foot of the bed where Kaylee now stood watching.
“On your hands and knees, bug,” Kaylee said, her voice low and sure.
Paige obeyed, lowering herself onto the rumpled sheets. The position arched her back, presenting the full, heavy roundness of her ass to Kevin. She felt exposed, split open. She buried her face in the mattress.
Kevin’s hands smoothed over the generous swell, his touch reverent. He traced the dimples at the base of her spine, then palmed each cheek, squeezing gently. The flesh gave under his grip, soft and heavy. He leaned forward, his lips brushing the skin between her shoulder blades, then lower, following the curve of her spine until his mouth met the top of her ass.
He kissed her there. A slow, open-mouthed press of heat. Paige whimpered into the sheets.
From the foot of the bed came the soft rustle of fabric. Kaylee was undressing. The whisper of her dress sliding down her body, the heavier drop of it to the floor. Paige turned her head, cheek against the mattress, and saw her sister step out of the pooled fabric. Kaylee’s body was a lush, familiar landscape—the full, heavy weight of her breasts, the softer curve of her stomach, the powerful swell of her hips. She didn’t cover herself. She watched.
Kevin’s hands spread Paige’s thighs wider. His thumbs pressed into the soft inner flesh, opening her. The cool air touched her cunt, and she flinched, already wet, already slick.
“Look at that,” Kaylee breathed. She moved closer, kneeling at the side of the bed, her face level with Paige’s ass. “So pretty. So ready for him.”
Kevin positioned himself behind Paige. The blunt, hot head of his cock nudged against her entrance. He didn’t push. He rubbed himself through her wetness, coating himself in her, the slide a slow, torturous friction that made her hips jerk back involuntarily.
“Easy,” he murmured, his voice gravel. One hand settled on the small of her back, holding her steady. The other gripped his cock, guiding himself to her again.
He pushed.
The stretch was immediate, a deep, burning fullness. Paige cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets. He was thick, and she was tight, and he didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside her, his hips pressed flush against the back of her ass.
He held there, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust. The feeling was immense. She could feel every inch of him, the hard heat of his cock stretching her cunt wide. A low, broken sound escaped her throat.
Kaylee’s hand appeared, smoothing over Paige’s trembling flank. “Take it, bug,” she whispered. “Just like that.”
Kevin began to move. A slow, deliberate withdrawal, then a deep, rolling thrust back in. The pace was languid, almost lazy. Each push drove him deep, his pelvis meeting the soft, giving flesh of her ass with a solid, wet sound. The impact made her body jiggle, the heavy rounds of her cheeks quivering with each thrust.
Paige moaned, a continuous, breathy sound she couldn’t contain. The friction was exquisite, a deep, internal grinding that sparked heat low in her belly. Her cunt clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper.
Kevin’s rhythm stayed slow, each thrust a full, measured possession. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the softness, holding her steady as he fucked into her. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, a steady, wet slap.
Kaylee watched, her dark eyes glazed. One of her hands drifted between her own legs. Her fingers slid through her folds, then circled her clit. She matched the rhythm of Kevin’s thrusts, her touch firm and knowing. A soft moan escaped her lips as she rubbed herself, her gaze fixed on where her husband’s cock disappeared into her sister’s body.
“Fuck,” Kaylee breathed, her voice husky with arousal. “Look at her take you. Look at her ass shake.”
Kevin groaned in response, his thrusts deepening. He leaned over Paige, his chest pressing against her back, his mouth finding her shoulder. He bit down, not hard, but enough to make her gasp. The new angle drove him even deeper. Paige felt him everywhere, a claiming pressure that stole the air from her lungs.
Kaylee’s breathing grew ragged. Her fingers worked faster, a slick, obscene sound joining the chorus of the bed. “Come inside her,” she commanded, her voice breaking. “Fill her up, Kev. Let me feel it.”
Kevin’s control shattered. His thrusts lost their slow roll, turning harder, faster, driving into Paige with a frantic, pounding rhythm. The bed rocked. Paige’s cries were muffled by the mattress, her body rocking forward with each powerful slam. Her cunt was a tight, wet fist around him, milking him, pulling him toward the edge.
With a raw, guttural shout, Kevin buried himself deep and held. His cock pulsed inside her, hot jets of cum flooding her cunt. Paige felt each throb, each burst, the incredible heat of him filling her. Her own climax ripped through her a second later, a silent, convulsing wave that clenched around his still-spurting cock, drawing every last drop from him.
He collapsed over her, his weight heavy and sweating. His breath was a hot gust against her neck. Behind them, Kaylee’s moan peaked, sharp and short, her body tensing as she brought herself off watching them.
For a long minute, the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the wind outside. Kevin softened inside her, slipping out with a wet, messy sound. Cum leaked from Paige’s well-used cunt, dripping onto the sheets beneath her.
Kaylee was the first to move. She stood on shaky legs, her skin gleaming with a light sweat. She looked down at them, at her sister’s prone, marked body and her husband spent beside her. A slow, satisfied smile touched her lips. She reached out, her fingers tracing the bite mark on Paige’s shoulder.
“Mine,” she whispered, though it wasn’t clear who she meant.
Paige’s mouth found Kevin’s cock while it was still soft, still wet from her. She took him in, her tongue working slowly, coaxing him back to life as she knelt between his legs.
Kaylee moved behind her sister, her hands spreading Paige’s thighs wider. She lowered her face, her breath a warm gust against Paige’s soaked cunt.
“Good girl,” Kaylee murmured, her voice vibrating against Paige’s skin before her tongue found its mark.
Paige moaned around Kevin’s thickening length, the vibration making his hips jerk. Kaylee’s tongue was flat and firm, licking a broad stripe from Paige’s entrance to her clit, then circling there with focused pressure.
Kevin’s hand came to rest on the back of Paige’s head, his fingers tangling in her dark hair. He didn’t push. He held. His cock hardened against her tongue, filling her mouth until she had to adjust her jaw.
Kaylee ate her sister with a slow, deliberate hunger. Her nose pressed against Paige’s ass, her mouth sealed over her cunt, sucking gently before her tongue plunged inside. The wet, obscene sound of it filled the room.
Paike’s body began to tremble, caught between the two sensations. Her hips rocked back against Kaylee’s mouth, then forward, taking more of Kevin into her throat. Tears welled in her eyes from the strain.
“That’s it,” Kevin grunted, his voice rough. His thumb stroked her cheek where his cock stretched her lips.
Kaylee pulled back, breathing heavily. “Look at her,” she said, her chin glistening. “She can’t decide which one she wants more.”
She dove back in, this time focusing on Paige’s clit, sucking the swollen bud between her lips, flicking it with her tongue in a rapid, relentless rhythm.
Paige’s moan became a high, broken keen. Her cunt clenched around nothing, desperate for fullness. Her sucking on Kevin’s cock grew frantic, sloppy.
Kevin’s breath hitched. “I’m close,” he warned, his grip tightening in her hair.
Kaylee lifted her head. “Not in her mouth,” she said, her own voice thick with arousal. She crawled forward, her heavy breasts brushing against Paige’s sweaty back. “In me.”
She guided Paige off of him with a gentle pull. Kevin’s cock sprang free, slick and fully hard, bobbing against his stomach. Kaylee straddled his hips, her own wetness dripping onto his thighs. She didn’t lower herself onto him yet. She held his gaze.
“Watch her,” Kaylee whispered, reaching back to spread her own ass cheeks, presenting herself to him. “Watch her watch you take me.”
Paige knelt beside them, her chest heaving, her mouth swollen and wet. Her eyes were wide, fixed on the place where Kaylee hovered over Kevin’s cock.
Kaylee sank down.
The slide was slow, agonizing. She took him inch by inch, her cunt stretching to accommodate his thickness, a low groan tearing from her throat. Her head fell back, the cords of her neck standing out in the moonlight.
When she was fully seated, she rocked her hips, a shallow, grinding motion that made Kevin curse. Her full breasts swayed with the movement.
“You feel that?” she breathed, looking down at him. “That’s how she felt. That full.”
She began to ride him in earnest, lifting herself almost all the way off before sinking back down, a deep, rolling rhythm that emphasized the lush curve of her hips, the jiggle of her ass against his thighs.
Paige’s hand drifted between her own legs, her fingers sliding through the mess Kaylee’s mouth had left. She rubbed her clit in small, tight circles, her eyes never leaving the place where her sister and her brother-in-law were joined.
Kevin’s hands gripped Kaylee’s waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He met her thrusts, driving up into her as she came down, the slap of their skin a steady, wet percussion.
“Harder,” Kaylee gasped, her rhythm breaking. “Fuck me harder, Kev.”
He rolled them, pinning her beneath him on the cum-stained sheets. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, bending her almost in half, and drove into her with a new, punishing pace.
Kaylee cried out, her nails raking down his back. Each thrust jolted her body, making her breasts shake. “Yes,” she chanted. “Yes, right there, god—”
Paige’s breathing turned ragged, her fingers a blur between her legs. She was close, her own hips bucking against her hand.
Kevin’s thrusts grew erratic, his body tensing. With a final, deep grind, he buried himself inside Kaylee and came, a guttural groan ripped from his chest. His cock pulsed, flooding her.
Kaylee’s climax followed, a sharp, shuddering cry as her cunt clenched around him, milking every last drop. Her body arched off the bed, then collapsed.
Kevin stayed buried in her for a long moment, his weight heavy on top of her, his breath hot against her neck. Finally, he softened and slipped out, rolling onto his back beside her.
Cum leaked from Kaylee onto the sheets, joining the earlier mess. The three of them lay in a spent, sweating tangle, the only sound their labored breathing and the relentless wind outside the cabin walls.
Kevin woke to a soft, rhythmic pressure around his cock. The room was still dark, the wind a low moan outside. He blinked, disoriented, the scent of sex and sweat thick in the air.
A warm, heavy weight settled over his face, muffling his breath. Soft, pillowing flesh pressed against his mouth, his nose. The scent was vanilla and sleep and her.
Kaylee.
She was straddling his head, her full, heavy breasts smothering him. He could feel the heat of her cunt hovering just above his chin, a different warmth than the one encircling his shaft.
That was Paige.
Her smaller, cleverer hand was wrapped around him, pumping him slowly to full hardness in the dark. Her strokes were tentative at first, then firmer as she felt him respond. Her thumb swiped over the head, spreading the bead of wetness that had already gathered there.
Kevin groaned into the soft press of Kaylee’s tits, the sound absorbed by her flesh. His hands came up, finding the generous curve of her hips, holding on.
“He’s awake,” Paige whispered, her voice hushed and close.
“Good,” Kaylee murmured from above him. She shifted, grinding herself lightly against his stubbled chin. “Keep going, P. Get him nice and hard for me.”
Paige’s hand tightened. Her pace quickened, her fist sliding up and down his length with a slick, sure rhythm. Her other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm.
Kaylee leaned forward, increasing the pressure on his face. Her breasts enveloped him completely, the soft weight intoxicating. He turned his head, nuzzling into the crease where her breast met her ribcage, his lips finding her skin. He kissed it, open-mouthed.
“Mmm,” Kaylee sighed, her hips making a slow circle. “You like that, baby? Smothered by your wife?”
He couldn’t speak. He nodded against her, his breath coming hot and damp against her.
Paige’s strokes became more urgent. The wet sound of her hand on his cock filled the space beneath Kaylee’s body. “He’s so hard,” she breathed, almost to herself.
“I know,” Kaylee said. She lifted herself slightly, just enough to let him gasp a lungful of cool air. Moonlight caught the slick sheen on her inner thighs. “Now give him to me.”
She moved backwards, her body a shadow against the window. She positioned herself over his hips, one hand guiding him as she lowered herself.
Paige’s hand fell away. She knelt beside them, watching, her own breath shallow.
Kaylee took him in one slow, sinking motion. Her cunt was still loose and wet from earlier, but tight enough to make him hiss. She seated herself fully, her ass meeting his thighs with a soft slap.
She didn’t move immediately. She just sat there, impaled, her head tilted back. “God,” she whispered. “Still so full.”
Then she began to ride him. A deep, rolling grind that made her whole body sway. Her tits bounced with the motion, heavy and hypnotic.
Paige’s hand drifted to her own chest, palming her smaller breast through the thin fabric of her tank top. Her fingers pinched her own nipple, her eyes fixed on the junction of their bodies.
Kevin’s hands gripped Kaylee’s ass, kneading the soft, ample flesh, helping to lift her and pull her back down. Each descent was a hot, wet clutch.
“Look at her,” Kaylee moaned, her rhythm starting to falter. “Look at my little sister watching you fuck me.”
Paige’s other hand slipped under her waistband. Kevin could hear the soft, wet sound of her fingers working between her own legs.
Kaylee’s pace became frantic, her breaths coming in sharp gasps. “I’m gonna come,” she warned, her voice strangled. “Make me come.”
Kevin thrust up into her, meeting her downward plunges. The bedframe creaked a steady protest.
Kaylee cried out, a sharp, broken sound as her cunt clenched around him in rhythmic pulses. She collapsed forward, her breasts flattening against his chest, her face buried in his neck.
He followed her over the edge, his own climax tearing through him. He held her hips down, grinding up into her as he emptied himself deep inside her for the second time that night.
They lay locked together, shuddering. Kaylee’s weight was a welcome anchor.
After a moment, Paige let out a soft, choked whimper. Her body went rigid, then slack. She slumped onto the mattress beside them, her hand still tucked between her thighs.
Silence, save for their ragged breathing. The wind had died. Outside the window, the black shapes of the hills pressed close against the glass.