CHAPTER 13
Katrina
They sat on the couch, the three of them, Ryan in the middle with a sister on either side.
Katrina could feel the heat coming off him, or maybe that was just her own body running hot with anticipation.
She still couldn’t believe they were really doing it.
Sharing him. The word still buzzed in her chest. Insane. But great.
And she couldn’t wait any longer.
“It’s our turn to taste, Ryan,” she said, and left the couch. She dropped to her knees in front of him and glanced at Marina, expecting her sister to join, but Marina stood up instead.
“I’ll be back,” Marina said. Her voice had that soft, steady quality that always made Katrina want to push her a little. “Get started without me.”
Katrina watched her go, a flicker of disappointment quickly replaced by the thrill of having him first. She turned back to Ryan.
His eyes were on her, wide and dark, and she could see the outline of him against his jeans, already hard, the fabric stretched tight.
She reached for his zipper but didn’t pull it.
Instead, she ran the back of her hand over the bulge, feeling the heat through the denim. His cock jumped under her touch.
Ryan shivered. His eyes darted between his crotch and her face, and she could see the struggle in him, the way his jaw clenched.
“How you feeling?” she asked, and she couldn’t keep the teasing out of her voice.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, and reached for his zipper.
She caught his wrist. “Not yet.”
His skin was warm under her fingers. She held him there for a second, feeling his pulse, then let go and wrapped her hand around his shaft through the jeans. She squeezed, gentle but firm, and he cursed again, louder this time.
“Shit, Katrina.”
“You like that?” She knew he did. The constraint was making it worse for him, the pressure building. His hips shifted forward, seeking more.
“Let me out,” he said. His voice had gone rough. “I’m gonna burst.”
She smirked. “Since you asked so nicely.”
She unzipped his jeans slowly, the sound loud in the quiet room. His briefs were thin cotton, dark with a wet spot already forming at the tip. She bent down and put her mouth on him through the fabric, her warm breath soaking into the cotton. He jumped, his whole body tensing.
“Holy shit.” His hands came to her head, fingers threading through her hair. “You’re one naughty girl, Katrina.”
She laughed against him, the vibration making him twitch again. She nibbled lightly, feeling the hardness beneath the thin barrier, and his cock jerked against her lips.
“How does that feel?” she asked, pulling back just enough to speak. “Good?”
“You’re torturing me,” he said. “I want to feel your tongue. For real.”
“I’m being a good sister,” she said. “Waiting for Marina. It’s a moment to be shared.”
As if she’d summoned her, Marina appeared in the doorway.
Her blouse hung open, and her bra was gone.
Her bottom was bare, the curve of her ass pale in the dim light.
Katrina saw Ryan’s eyes lock onto her sister, saw the way his throat worked as he swallowed.
The sight did something to her too, a warm rush low in her belly.
“Ready for the big surprise?” Katrina asked, grinning at Marina.
Marina’s eyes were bright with excitement. “Yes,” she said. “Let’s see it.”
They worked together, pulling his jeans down his thighs, then his briefs. When his cock sprang free, both of them gasped at the same time. Katrina heard her own voice saying “Holy shit” and Marina’s softer “You’re so big, Ryan, and beautiful” right after.
He was. Thick and hard and flushed dark, jutting up from a thatch of dark brown hair. Katrina had seen plenty of dicks in her life, but this one made her mouth water. She glanced at Marina and saw the same hunger in her sister’s eyes.
Ryan looked different suddenly. Something had shifted in his face – pride, maybe, or a confidence she hadn’t seen before. He sat up straighter, his hands resting on his thighs.
“What’re you waiting for, girls?” he said. “I’m all yours.”
Katrina and her sister exchanged a grin, and then they were on him.
No discussion needed. Marina took the left side, Katrina the right, and they leaned in and licked his shaft from base to tip, slow and deliberate.
Their tongues met at the head, lingering there, and Katrina felt the warm salt taste of him, felt the drop of precum forming.
She and Marina both reached for it at the same time, their tongues brushing briefly before they pulled apart. The taste was sharp and clean.
Ryan’s breath caught. He was watching them, his eyes wide, and Katrina knew he was storing this away, the sight of two women with their tongues on his cock, like something he’d replay for years.
She didn’t give him time to think about it. She wrapped her lips around him and took him into her mouth, half his length, and sucked.
Marina was letting her go first, but her hand was busy, fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft, her other hand cupping his balls, squeezing gently.
Ryan made a sound low in his throat, half groan, half sigh, and then he was leaning down to kiss Marina, his tongue in her mouth while Katrina worked him with her lips.
Katrina could feel him getting harder, feel the pulse of him against her tongue. She knew he wouldn’t last – the way his hips were starting to move told her that – but she didn’t want to stop. She pulled off, letting Marina take her turn.
Marina was slower, more deliberate. She took half his shaft, not going deep, just teasing him with the wet heat of her mouth. Katrina moved to the bottom half, licking and sucking where Marina had left off, and the coordination between them was seamless, practiced.
“I can’t believe it’s your first time,” Ryan said, his voice strained. “You two coordinate like you’ve done this before.”
Marina chuckled without leaving him, the vibration making him jerk.
“We practiced,” Katrina joked, grinning up at him. “With a dildo.”
“Fuck,” Ryan said, and his cock jumped in Marina’s mouth.
Marina was taking him deeper now, her lips stretched around him, her throat working. Katrina watched with fascination as her sister took him to the back of her throat and held there, her eyes watering slightly.
Ryan pushed her head back gently. “Stop,” he said. “I don’t want to finish in anyone’s mouth.” His hand was still on Marina’s hair, his fingers gentle. “I need to feel your pussies.”
Katrina felt a thrill run through her at the word. Crude, direct – exactly her style. She looked at Marina and saw the same hunger reflected back at her, the same readiness.
Their turn was over. Now it was his.
The sisters looked at each other and smiled. It was the kind of smile that carried years – secret handshakes and shared beds and knowing each other’s bodies almost as well as their own. Marina let Ryan slip from her mouth and stood up, wiping her bottom lip with the back of her hand.
She sat down next to Ryan on one side, and Katrina took the other, and they both leaned in and kissed him at the same time, one on each cheek, then his mouth, taking turns, their hands roaming over his chest and shoulders.
“Who do you want first?” Marina asked, her voice soft against his ear.
Ryan shook his head. “You decide.”
Marina looked at Katrina and nodded. “You go.”
Katrina didn’t need to be told twice. She swung her leg over his lap and settled onto his thighs, facing him. His cock stood thick and wet between them, and she reached down to guide him, feeling the heat of him against her fingers.
She positioned him at her entrance and sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch, feeling the stretch and the fullness as her body opened for him.
Ryan groaned, his hands gripping her hips. “Fuck, Katrina.”
When he was all the way in, they both went still for a moment. The feeling was incredible – him buried inside her, the pressure against every sensitive spot, the heat of his skin against hers. She let out a long, satisfied moan, her head tipping back.
“You have to feel this,” she told Marina, who was watching with dreamy, hungry eyes. “So full, so deep, so wonderful.”
Marina moved closer, her bare breasts brushing against Ryan’s arm as she kissed him, her tongue sliding into his mouth.
Katrina began to rock on his lap, slow at first, finding a rhythm that made them both gasp. Ryan’s hands moved from her hips to her ass, squeezing, helping her move.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked, looking between the two of them. “Should we go to bed? The couch is—”
“We’re fine,” Katrina said. “Bedrooms are too far.”
She yanked her tank top over her head and tossed it aside.
Her breasts bounced free, and she felt Ryan’s eyes on them, felt his cock twitch inside her.
She rode him harder, her hands braced on his shoulders, her hips working in tight circles.
The friction built, hot and sweet, and she could feel herself getting wetter, hear the slick sounds between them.
Marina had moved to the armchair across from them.
She sat with her legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs, touching herself.
Her blouse hung open, not hiding anything, and the sight of her – fingers working, head tilted back, eyes locked on Ryan – was hotter than any erotic pictures she had seen.
Ryan saw it too. Katrina felt him thrust upward, harder, his rhythm matching hers now, and she moaned louder, the sound bouncing off the walls of the small living room. She bounced faster, riding the edge of something huge, feeling it building low in her belly, coiling tight.
“Ryan,” she gasped. “Right there, don’t stop.”
His thumbs found her clit, circling, and the added pressure tipped her over.
The orgasm hit her like a wave, starting deep and rolling outward, her whole body clenching around him.
She cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders, and he held her through it, his arms wrapped around her waist, keeping her close as she shuddered against him.
For a few seconds, everything was white noise and pulse.
Then slowly, the room came back – the sound of her own breathing, ragged and loud, Ryan’s heart hammering against her chest, Marina’s soft moans from the chair.
Katrina rested her forehead against his, feeling the sweat between them, and let her breathing settle.
When she could move again, she lifted herself off him carefully, his cock sliding out of her with a wet sound that made her want to laugh. She kissed him, quick and dirty, then made room for her sister.
Marina approached with the grace of someone who knew exactly what she wanted.
She settled onto Ryan’s lap facing him, her thighs on either side of his, and reached between them to take his cock in her hand.
She stroked him slowly, gliding the head through her wetness, positioning him at her entrance, then pulling away.
Ryan cursed. “You’re fucking naughty, you know that?”
She smiled, that slight curve of her lips that drove men crazy, and did it again.
This time, Ryan took over. He grabbed her hips and guided himself to her entrance, then pushed up in one smooth thrust. Marina gasped, her body accepting him, taking him all the way in until she was seated fully on his lap.
Her eyes had gone dark, pupils blown wide, and she rolled her hips once, experimentally, feeling him inside her.
“You feel so good, Ryan,” she murmured. Her voice had that throaty quality it got when she was turned on, low and rough around the edges. “So big.”
Katrina watched from the couch, her body still humming from her own climax, as her sister began to move.
Marina rode him differently than she had – slower, more deliberate, each rise and fall controlled and exact.
Ryan’s hands were on her waist, guiding her, and the two of them found a rhythm together that made the old couch creak beneath them.
Marina’s blouse had fallen completely open now, and her breasts moved with each bounce, pale and perfect in the dim light. Her head was tipped back, her mouth open, and the sounds she made were soft and breathless.
Katrina could see it in every line of her sister’s body – the tension in her thighs, the flush spreading across her chest, the way her fingers gripped Ryan’s shoulders like she was holding on for dear life.
Ryan was saying things now, low and filthy against Marina’s ear, and Katrina caught fragments – “so tight” and “you take me so well” – and each word made Marina shudder. She was close. Katrina could tell by the way her sister’s rhythm had started to fracture, becoming uneven, desperate.
“Ryan,” Marina gasped. “Don’t stop, please—”
He didn’t. He thrust up into her, hard and deep, and Marina came with a cry that sounded almost surprised, her body clenching around him, her arms locking around his neck. Ryan held her through it, one hand splayed across her lower back, keeping her pressed against him as she shook.
When it was over, she collapsed against his chest, her breathing ragged, and Ryan’s arms came around her, holding her there.
Katrina watched them, these two people she loved in different ways, tangled together on the couch in her living room, and felt something warm and complicated settle in her chest.
“Wow,” Katrina said softly from her end of the couch. “That was hot.”
Marina laughed, the sound muffled and breathless. “Shut up, Kat.”
The night wasn’t over. She could see that in the way Ryan was still hard inside her sister, in the way Marina was already stirring against him, her hips making small, lazy circles.
She smiled, wishing this moment would last forever – the three of them, breathless and spent, in the amber glow of a single lamp.
“I should probably go,” Ryan said finally, breaking the spell. “It’s getting late.”
Katrina propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at him with a frown. “You’re not going anywhere,” she said firmly. “You’re staying right here.”
“But—”
“No buts,” Marina chimed in. “We’ve got plenty of room.”
“Are you sure?” Ryan asked.
“We’re sure,” she and Marina said in unison, then laughed at their coordination.
Ryan smiled. “Then I’m staying.”