Chapter 12 #4
We dried by the fire, and as we sat on the blanket with the coals glowing and the waterfall still murmuring in the dark, Gabriella spoke.
“It’s different now,” she said. Her voice was quiet, carrying that clarity she got when she was saying something she had rehearsed in private and was now delivering without the rehearsal’s safety net.
“The nightmares. They’ve almost stopped.
The old shame, the constant one, about the wings…
it’s loosened its grip. Not gone, not completely, but it sits lighter.
” She looked at me, then at Sabrina. “Being loved by you,” she said to me, “and accepted by you,” to Sabrina, “has done a lot. I feel lighter, more whole and like I’m taking up the right amount of space for once, instead of either too much or not enough. ”
I reached for her hand. “I’m proud of you,” I said, and meant it with every scar and every mile between here and the war. “And I never once saw you as broken. Not for a second.”
Sabrina reached over and squeezed her sister’s other hand. No words. Just the pressure of fingers, the communication of sisters who had fought and forgiven and emerged on the other side of something neither of them had chosen.
I looked at both of them. Sabrina with her light blonde hair drying in waves around her shoulders, the bruise on her cheek dark in the firelight, her body golden and curved and entirely unashamed.
Gabriella with her dark blonde hair clinging to her neck in damp strands, her wingless back straight, her eyes steady on mine with the clarity of someone who had decided that honesty was worth whatever it cost.
“I love you,” I said. “Both of you. The way you love different people is always different, but the depth…” I shook my head, searching for the phrasing, and found only truth.
“There is no hierarchy. There is no first and second. There is just you, and you, and me in the middle trying not to fuck this up more than I already have.”
I took a breath. The fire popped. The waterfall murmured. Somewhere in the forest, a night bird called, and the sound carried across the lake like something from a world that had nothing to do with any of us.
“I want you both tonight,” I said. “No one first. No one second. Just the three of us, together, the way we were meant to be.”
They looked at each other. A glance, quick and knowing, the silent communication of sisters who had shared a roof and a childhood and were now sharing something considerably more complicated. Then they looked at me, and both of them nodded.
We spread the blankets on the soft grass near the ledge where the view opened to stars and the distant lights of other islands floating in the dark like embers from a fire too large to contain.
I lay back first, because someone had to go first and my body had reached the state of readiness where horizontal was preferable to vertical regardless of what happened next, and my girls settled on either side of me.
Gabriella on my left. Her body was warm against mine, her dark blonde hair loose across my chest where she’d rested her head, her hand already tracing the line of my hip with fingers that knew exactly where they were going.
Sabrina on my right, her fuller curves pressing into my side, her wing extending behind me in a half-conscious gesture of possession, her mouth finding my shoulder with a heat that suggested the swimming had been foreplay and she was done waiting.
I turned to Gabriella first. My mouth found hers, my hand cradling the back of her head where the hair was still damp from the lake, and behind me Sabrina’s hand was on my chest, her fingers tracing the scars.
I kissed Gabriella until her breathing changed, until her hand found my cock and wrapped around it with a certainty that made my hips lift off the blanket, and then I turned.
Sabrina. My mouth on hers, my free hand finding her breast, feeling the weight of it, the nipple tight against my palm, and beneath me Gabriella’s hand was moving, her fingers working me.
I moved between them. Mouth on Sabrina’s neck, her breast, feeling her arch beneath me, while my hand reached for Gabriella, fingers finding her wet and ready, and the sound she made when I touched her went straight through my nervous system and landed somewhere south with considerably more enthusiasm than my brain thought was appropriate given the complexity of the situation.
“Are you with me?” I asked Sabrina, my mouth close to her ear.
“God, yes,” she breathed.
“Good.” I turned. “Gabriella?”
Her eyes were dark, her lips parted, and the way she looked at me contained no hesitation, only a hunger that matched my own. “I’m here,” she said. “I’ve been here. I’ve been waiting.”
I sat up and guided them both onto their backs side by side on the blankets, knees bent, thighs open toward me.
The starlight and the dying fire painted their skin in silver and gold.
Two pussies, pink and glistening, only inches apart.
My girls. The thought still hit like a fist to the chest, equal parts wrong and perfect.
I lowered my head between Gabriella’s thighs first. The scent of her was clean lake water and arousal.
I dragged my tongue the full length of her slit, slow and flat, tasting her thoroughly.
She gasped and her hips lifted. I licked again, circling her clit, then sucking it gently between my lips while two fingers slid inside her. She was tight, hot, already clenching.
Then I shifted without lifting my head far and did the same to Sabrina.
Her folds were fuller, her taste slightly different, sweeter, muskier.
I buried my tongue inside her, fucking her with it, then moved up to her clit and sucked hard enough to make her thighs tremble around my ears.
I went back and forth like that, one pussy then the other, never letting either cool.
Gabriella’s soft cries mixed with Sabrina’s sharper moans.
Whenever I left one she would whimper at the loss; whenever I returned she would push up to meet my mouth.
I kept them both on the edge, tongue and fingers working in turns until both were shaking and soaking the blankets beneath them.
When I finally lifted my head, my mouth and chin were wet with both of them. They were breathing hard, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.
“Your turn,” I said, voice rough.
They scrambled onto their knees in front of me with an eagerness that was almost clumsy.
Gabriella reached for my cock first, wrapping both hands around the base because one wasn’t enough.
Sabrina leaned in from the other side. Their heads bumped.
They both laughed, soft and nervous, then tried again.
Gabriella licked a long stripe up the underside while Sabrina took the head into her mouth.
She went too deep too fast and choked a little, eyes watering, but she didn’t pull off, just adjusted and tried again.
Gabriella watched her sister for a second, then mirrored the motion, taking me from the other side so that both of their mouths were on me at once.
It was messy and perfect. Their tongues tangled around the head.
Spit ran down my shaft onto their hands.
They kept glancing at each other, wordlessly negotiating who got to take me deeper next.
Sometimes both of them licked the same side of my cock at the same time, cheeks pressed together.
Sometimes one would suck while the other kissed and licked my balls.
They were eager, hungry, even, but still learning the rhythm of sharing.
Teeth scraped once or twice. One of them accidentally elbowed the other.
They giggled around my cock and kept going.
The sight of my two girls on their knees, flower crowns still tangled in their hair, working together to take as much of me as they could, almost finished me right there.
I pulled them off gently before it ended too soon.
“On your backs again,” I said. “Side by side.”
They obeyed. I knelt between them, lined myself up with Gabriella first, and pushed in slowly.
She was tight and soaked from my mouth. I gave her several deep strokes, watching her face, then pulled out and immediately sank into Sabrina.
Same depth, same pace. Then back to Gabriella.
Then Sabrina. I fucked them side by side like that, alternating, never leaving either empty for more than a few heartbeats.
Every time I entered one, the other would reach for me, hand on my arm, fingers in my hair, or simply watching with open hunger.
I kept one hand on each of them: thumb circling Gabriella’s clit while I was inside Sabrina, fingers inside Gabriella while I was buried in Sabrina.
Their moans braided together under the stars.
When both of them were close, trembling and begging without words, I pulled out and guided them onto their hands and knees, side by side again, asses raised toward me. The view nearly undid me: two perfect backs, one wingless and smooth, both of them open and dripping for me.
I entered Gabriella from behind first, hands gripping her hips, and fucked her hard enough that the wet sound of it filled the night.
She pushed back to meet every thrust. After a dozen strokes I pulled out, shiny and thick, and slammed into Sabrina.
She cried out and arched her back, wings half-spreading.
I switched again. And again. Giving each of them the same rough, deep attention until both were shaking.