And I did!
“Fuck, yes! Ohmigod! Yes, yes, yes!”
Tecla squirted. I couldn’t believe it, but my little sister squirted. All the pent-up sexual tension and all the romance of our time on the beach; all the excitement; all the desire… It all conspired to make the most incredibly orgasm as her feminine nectar flooded my taste buds and her body shuddered!
Her legs were shaking in ways I didn’t know legs could shake. “Yesss!” she exclaimed one last time. One last time before her voice shattered into a thousand pieces and all she could do was grunt as I didn’t relent.
I was chasing the ultimate in sexual satisfaction: the fabled multiple-orgasm. Trusting that I knew her body well enough, I kept up a steady beat as my tongue lashed across her wet pussy, causing a friction that intoxicated the both of us. A supernova followed as Tecla’s body roared a second time. Her arms fell to her sides and her chest heaved; she raised her hips only for them to crash to the ground. Her tummy was sore, her throat on fire, but it was all worth it… It was all perfect.
As I left the heat of her orgasm, I scanned Tec’s whole body. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she could drift to sleep right there.
From behind, Elle whispered in my ear. “She’s dead tired, but I’m not.”
“Hmmm,” Tec grumbled. “The benefit of having two sister-wives.”
I smiled as Elle circled and laid flat on her back, next to her sister. “I want to look into your eyes,” she said. “I want to look into your eyes and feel you inside me.”
That’s what I wanted too…
I freed up my cock; proud of its firmness and the way the solid shaft made my girls’ eyes shine with desire. It was dripping with anticipation and I stroked it, edging closer to my lover as I did.
A deep passionate kiss coincided with the feeling of my cock easing its way into Elle’s tight tunnel. I leaned into her — she clenched — the angle between us tight and the contact scolding hot. But as I slid deeper, we both exhaled and both relaxed. It was like cold water poured over a raging fire and I felt myself sink completely into her.
Into her world and into her very being.
We looked at one another with hearts full of love; unblinking as my cock began sawing in and out of her tight pussy. She held my head, running her thumb down my cheek and settling it in my mouth. I saw her smile as she began to feel me inside her. She gasped as my cock went deeper; her eyes closing as I bottomed out and my balls touched her labia.
“Fits perfectly,” I whispered, making Elle giggle as she took hold of my head and drove her tongue forward for a sea-side kiss.
It was true; we were like two pieces of the same puzzle. The feeling was hypnotic.
As the sun’s rays began to tickle our skin, we edged closer to the peak of our lovemaking. When it came — when we came — it was like a cold wave washing over our bodies. It made us shiver, it filled our lungs, and it brought us to life.
With one last deliberate thrust, I made sure I was deep inside my sister as my balls emptied. Elle pulled her knees up, her lips parted, and she closed her eyes so she could feel that remarkable feeling. The orgasm that followed was a single second — one perfect instant — and I heard her whimper happily as my cock eventually left her pussy.
Looking at my girls, I saw Tecla had rolled onto her stomach, reaching out to hold Elle’s hand. The twins relaxed, interlocking their fingers as they laid back and enjoyed what became a simple visit to the beach.
After all, love is uncomplicated when expressed straight from the heart. Thought faded, reason faded, and we were left with our precious and plain love.
Our union was complete, as it always had been.
What we had between us would last forever. Or, at least until death do us part.
58 • Objector
The girls went ahead and snuck back into the villa after we spent hours on the beach. I wanted to spend another few minutes there, collecting my thoughts, and enjoying the freedom of the island.
Something didn’t feel right. Not with what had just happened, but with me… As I coughed into my sleeve, I realised it was a bad idea to stay out in the weather for too long. My body had been pushed to its limits with sex, travel and work taking up so much of our time.
It was only natural that I’d start feeling the side-effects.
As I made my way up to the villa, I didn’t spot anyone lurking around. I knew Skylar would be close by, but she’d become a master at unobtrusiveness; blending seamlessly into the background as she kept a watchful eye.
Heading straight for the kitchen, I wanted to grab a bottle of water, and found Amanda digging through the pantry. She wore boxers that were too big and a tank-top that was too small. The look made her seem tomboyish; it prioritised comfort over style, and didn’t care much for perception. It was nice to see she wasn’t all show.
“Did you steal those shorts off a quarter back?” I teased, in good spirits.
Amanda didn’t like my comment. I suppose it made an implication, or perhaps she was just primed for a fight that morning. Moving parallel with the counter, I saw hatred in her eyes. Pure hatred.
“Why are you wearing a suit?” she asked.
“Uhm… Business.”
“Business with the terrorists?”
I shook my head. “Honestly, when did you become so political–”
“It’s not politics. You’re bad for Tecla and Elle, and dangerous for the rest of the world. You use your infinite money to plot and steal–”
“For fuck’s sake,” I threw my hands in the air, “have you been reading conspiracy blogs or something?”
Suddenly, I noticed that Amanda’s hand was moving toward the knife-block — slowly edging, trying to be discreet. Having been stabbed once, I knew this girl wasn’t the type. She didn’t frighten me. Though, the fact that she seemed to think so poorly of me was terrifying in its own right.
“Look, I started this,” I confessed. “I was a snob who should’ve been more understanding and less judgemental. For a while, I was under the impression you’re bad for my sisters. Now, you think the same of me… But we’re both wrong! So, instead of swinging a knife at me, why don’t you just come give me a hug?”
Amanda’s shoulders sagged, and her expression became regretful. I think we both wanted to make peace.
Slowly, the blonde edged closer. I realised I’d have to meet her halfway and took a step forward. Then, it was a whole thirty seconds before, finally, we shared a reconciliatory hug — not holding each other too tightly, but accepting that love was the best alternative to hate.
“At last!” Tecla declared, striding into the room with her twin following close behind.
Elle smiled at us. “Peace on Earth”
The girls were only passing through, having thrown on some pyjamas and keen to go relax in the formal lounge where they could make coffee. This left me and their friend standing with our hands on our hips; looking each other over.
“You smell of sex,” she declared, making me blush.
“I–”
“No, I expected it… All the signs were there.”
Caught out, it didn’t seem like I was going to have to defend our relationship. Amanda seemed remarkably cool for someone facing the reality of my romantic relationship with the girls.