The air in the villa had changed.
It wasn't just warm anymore; it was thick, honey-slow, humming with the secret we now shared.
Friday night again.
Vanessa had come home from work early, hair still damp from the gym, sports bra clinging to her breasts like it was painted on. Clara was in the kitchen, barefoot in a silk slip the color of champagne, slicing strawberries for no reason other than to keep her hands busy.
I walked in and they both stopped.
Vanessa's eyes flicked to the faint bruise on my collarbone (Clara's teeth marks from two nights ago).
Clara's gaze dropped to the way Vanessa's nipples had hardened the second she saw me.
No one spoke for a full ten seconds.
Then Clara set the knife down.
"Living room," she said, voice low. "Now."
We obeyed.
The sectional was huge, cream leather, soft as sin. Clara sat in the middle. Vanessa dropped to her knees in front of her, hands sliding up Clara's smooth thighs, pushing the slip higher.
"Tell him," Vanessa murmured, kissing the inside of Clara's knee. "Tell him what you told me this morning."
Clara's cheeks flushed crimson, but her eyes never left mine.
"I want to watch you fuck my daughter," she whispered. "And then I want both of you to fuck me until I forget I was ever married to anyone else."
My cock throbbed so hard it hurt.
Vanessa looked back at me over her shoulder, green eyes glittering. "Come here, little brother."
I crossed the room like I was floating. Vanessa tugged my sweatpants down, freeing me. She moaned at the sight (I was already leaking).
Clara spread her legs wider. No panties. Just glistening pink folds, swollen and ready.
Vanessa guided me forward until the head of my cock brushed Clara's entrance.
"Slow," she ordered. "Let Mommy feel every inch."
I pushed in.
Clara's head fell back, a broken moan spilling from her lips as I sank into her velvet heat. She was tighter than I remembered, hotter, her walls fluttering around me like they were trying to pull me deeper.
Vanessa watched, lips parted, one hand between her own thighs, rubbing slow circles over her clit through her yoga pants.
"God, look at her face," Vanessa breathed. "She's never been this full."
Clara's hands clutched my shoulders. "Baby… move… please…"
I started to thrust: slow, deep strokes that made her breasts bounce under the silk. Vanessa peeled the straps down, exposing Clara's heavy tits, rosy nipples begging for attention. She latched onto one, sucking hard while I fucked her mother right in front of her.
Clara came first: sudden, violent, her pussy clamping down so hard I saw stars. She cried out into Vanessa's hair, thighs shaking around my hips.
I pulled out, slick and shining with Clara's juices. Vanessa grabbed my wrist.
"My turn."
She shoved me onto my back, yanked off her clothes in one frantic motion. Her body was a sculpture: toned stomach, flared hips, pussy bare except for a neat golden strip.
She straddled me reverse cowgirl, facing Clara.
"Watch Mommy," she told her. "Watch how I take your son."
Clara's eyes were glassy with lust. She crawled forward on her knees, spreading Vanessa's ass cheeks so she could see every detail as Vanessa sank down onto my cock.
The sound Vanessa made was pure filth: a long, guttural moan as I stretched her open. She was tighter than Clara, almost painfully so, but dripping wet.
Clara leaned in and licked: one long swipe from my balls up to where we were joined, tasting both of us. Vanessa shuddered, grinding down hard.
Then Clara climbed over my face.
"Eat me while she rides you," she commanded, lowering her soaked pussy onto my mouth.
Heaven.
Vanessa started bouncing: slow at first, then faster, her ass slapping against my thighs. Clara rocked against my tongue, feeding me her clit in tiny circles, her hands braced on Vanessa's shoulders.
They kissed above me: deep, hungry, tongues tangling. Clara's moans vibrated against my lips; Vanessa's pussy clenched every time their breasts rubbed together.
I was drowning in them.
Vanessa came first this time: screaming into Clara's mouth, her walls milking me so hard I had to grit my teeth to keep from following her.
Clara wasn't far behind. She ground down hard, flooding my face as she climaxed again, thighs trembling around my head.
I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Inside," Clara gasped, reading my face. "Both of you: come inside us."
Vanessa slammed down one last time, taking me to the root. I exploded: thick, endless pulses that filled her so full it leaked out around my cock, dripping down my balls.
Clara collapsed forward, kissing Vanessa through the aftershocks, then me: soft, reverent, tasting herself on my lips.
We stayed like that for a long time: tangled, sticky, breathing each other in.
Eventually Vanessa laughed, low and satisfied. "New house rule," she murmured, tracing lazy circles on my chest. "Every Friday night is family night."
Clara smiled against my neck. "And every other night… we'll improvise."
I closed my eyes, surrounded by warm, soft, perfect flesh.
This wasn't a family anymore.
This was home.
The sun wasn't even up yet when I woke to the sound of water running.
6:12 a.m.
Saturday.
The villa was quiet except for the low hiss of the shower echoing down the marble hallway.
I padded barefoot toward the master wing. Clara's bathroom door was cracked open, steam billowing out like an invitation.
Inside, the glass walls were already fogged. Two silhouettes moved behind the mist.
Vanessa's laugh, low and wicked.
Clara's answering moan.
I pushed the door wider.
They turned at the same time.
Clara stood under the rainfall showerhead, water streaming over her heavy breasts, down the curve of her stomach, between her thighs. Her dark hair was plastered to her back, nipples tight from the heat.
Vanessa knelt in front of her, hands gripping Clara's hips, face buried between her legs. She was eating her mother slow and thorough, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowed with every pull.
Clara's eyes locked on mine.
"Morning, baby," she purred, voice husky. "Come join us."
I stripped in two seconds flat.
The second I stepped into the enclosure, Vanessa pulled off Clara with a wet pop, lips shiny.
"On your knees, little brother," she ordered. "Mommy's close. Help me finish her."
I dropped instantly.
Clara's pussy was swollen, glistening with water and arousal. I licked a long stripe up her center, tasting the faint salt of last night still clinging to her. Vanessa took the other side, our tongues meeting in the middle, sliding against each other over Clara's clit.
Clara's knees buckled. She grabbed our heads, fingers tangling in wet hair, grinding against both our mouths.
"Fuck… yes… my beautiful babies…"
She came hard, thighs clamping around our ears, a broken cry echoing off the tiles.
Before the tremors even stopped, Vanessa stood, spun me around, and pressed me face-first against the warm glass.
"Hold still," she whispered against my ear.
Clara sank to her knees behind me. Her hands spread my ass, and then her tongue, God, her tongue, licked a slow circle around my hole while Vanessa reached around to stroke my cock.
I groaned so loud it bounced off the walls.
Vanessa laughed, breath hot on my neck. "Mom's got talents you haven't seen yet."
Clara hummed, the vibration making me shake, then replaced her tongue with two slick fingers, massaging gently, never pushing in, just teasing the rim while she sucked my balls into her mouth one by one.
Vanessa dropped in front of me, water cascading over her back, and took my cock down her throat in one smooth glide.
I lasted maybe thirty seconds.
"I'm gonna—"
Clara pulled her fingers away just as Vanessa swallowed me to the root. I came in thick pulses, hips jerking, vision whiting out.
They didn't let me collapse.
Vanessa stood, turned, and braced both hands on the glass.
"Your turn to fuck me while I eat Mom."
Clara hopped up onto the marble bench, legs spread wide, fingers already circling her clit.
I slid into Vanessa from behind, slow and deep. She was still swollen from last night, gripping me like a fist.
Every thrust pushed her face harder against Clara's pussy. Clara's moans climbed higher, matching the slap of my hips against Vanessa's ass.
Water poured over us, steam thick enough to taste.
Clara came again first, back arching off the bench, breasts bouncing with every shudder.
Vanessa followed seconds later, pussy fluttering so hard around me I had to pull out or lose it again.
I spun her around, lifted her, pinned her to the wall with her legs around my waist.
Clara stood behind me, arms around my chest, fingers rolling my nipples while she kissed my shoulder.
"Fill her up, baby," she whispered. "Give your sister everything."
One thrust. Two.
I buried myself deep and let go, pumping rope after rope into Vanessa while she bit my neck to muffle her scream.
We stayed like that, panting, water cooling around us.
Eventually Clara turned off the shower. Grabbed three huge towels.
We dried each other slowly: lazy kisses, gentle touches, fingers tracing every bruise and love bite like we were mapping new territory.
Back in Clara's bed (still unmade from the night before), we collapsed in a heap of warm limbs.
Vanessa curled against my front, Clara spooning me from behind.
Clara's hand drifted down to where Vanessa and I were still joined, fingers sliding through the mess leaking out of her daughter.
"Round two after coffee?" she murmured, licking her fingers clean.
Vanessa grinned against my chest. "Make it espresso. We're gonna need the energy."
I closed my eyes, surrounded by the scent of sex and coconut shampoo.
This was our new morning ritual.
And we were just getting started.
Vanessa came home from yoga class humming, cheeks flushed, ponytail swinging like she'd just won something.
She dropped her mat by the door and crooked a finger at us.
"Living room. Five minutes. Bring wine."
Clara raised an eyebrow but obeyed, barefoot in one of my T-shirts that barely skimmed her thighs. I followed with two bottles of chilled rosé and three glasses.
Vanessa had already dimmed the lights. Candles flickered on every surface. She'd pushed the coffee table aside and laid a thick white blanket on the rug.
On the blanket sat a girl I'd never seen before.
Early twenties. Petite. Auburn hair in loose waves, freckles across her nose. She wore a thin white sundress and a nervous smile. A black silk blindfold was already tied around her eyes.
"This," Vanessa announced, "is Lily. My favorite yoga partner. She lost a bet."
Lily bit her lip. "I said I couldn't hold crow pose for thirty seconds. Apparently I was wrong."
Vanessa knelt behind her, hands on Lily's shoulders. "The forfeit: she lets us do whatever we want for one hour. No questions. No peeking. She guesses who's touching her. Every wrong guess earns her another orgasm."
Clara's eyes went dark with interest. She poured wine, handed me a glass, and settled on the couch like a queen watching her court.
"Rules," Vanessa continued, voice velvet. "Safe word is 'red'. We stop instantly. Otherwise… she's ours."
Lily shivered, but nodded. "Green."
Vanessa grinned at me. "Strip her, little brother. Slowly."
I knelt in front of Lily. My fingers brushed the thin straps of her dress. She smelled like coconut sunscreen and anticipation.
I slid the straps down her shoulders. The dress pooled at her waist. No bra. Small, perfect breasts, pink nipples already peaked.
Clara made a soft approving sound.
I peeled the dress the rest of the way off. White lace panties, soaked through. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and tugged them down her legs.
Lily's breath hitched when the cool air hit her bare pussy. She was completely smooth, lips glistening.
Vanessa leaned in, whispered loud enough for all of us to hear: "First guess starts now."
She guided Lily to lie back on the blanket, knees bent, thighs spread wide.
Clara went first.
She crawled between Lily's legs like a panther, lowered her mouth, and licked one long, slow stripe from entrance to clit.
Lily gasped, back arching. "V-Vanessa?"
Clara hummed against her, the vibration making Lily whimper. Wrong guess.
Clara didn't stop. She licked slow circles, then flattened her tongue and pressed hard. Lily's hands flew to Clara's hair, hips rolling.
Thirty seconds later Lily came with a broken cry, thighs clamping around Clara's head.
Clara sat back, lips shiny, smirking. "One."
My turn.
I replaced Clara between Lily's legs. She was dripping now, swollen and twitching. I slid two fingers inside her, curled them slow, and sucked her clit into my mouth.
Lily moaned louder. "Definitely… definitely the guy… um… you?"
Wrong again.
I kept going: fingers pumping, tongue flicking, until she came a second time, harder, squirting a little against my chin.
Vanessa laughed softly. "Two."
She took her place. Instead of licking, she straddled Lily's face backward, lowered her pussy onto Lily's eager mouth.
"Eat me, baby. Show them how well I trained you in the locker room."
Lily licked like she was starving. Vanessa rode her face slow and filthy, grinding, moaning my name just to tease.
Clara crawled over to me, pushed me onto my back, and sank down onto my cock in one slick motion. She rode me reverse cowgirl so she could watch Vanessa use Lily's tongue.
The room filled with wet sounds: Lily slurping Vanessa, Clara's ass slapping against my thighs, my groans mixing with all of it.
Vanessa came first, thighs shaking, flooding Lily's mouth.
Then Clara, clenching around me so hard I followed her over, filling her up while she watched Lily lick her daughter clean.
We weren't done.
Vanessa pulled Lily up, kissed her deep, tasting herself on Lily's tongue.
"Your final guess," she whispered. "Who's going to fuck you now?"
She guided Lily onto all fours. Positioned me behind her.
I slid in slow. Lily was tiny, tight, burning hot. She dropped to her elbows, moaning into the blanket.
Clara laid underneath her in 69, licking where we joined, sucking Lily's clit every time I pulled out.
Vanessa knelt in front of Lily, fed her two fingers, then three, fucking her mouth in time with my thrusts.
Lily lost the ability to guess anything. She just sobbed with pleasure.
I came deep inside her, hips jerking, Clara's tongue still swirling over both of us.
When I pulled out, Clara licked Lily clean, then kissed her slow and sweet, sharing my cum between their mouths.
Vanessa untied the blindfold.
Lily blinked up at us, eyes glazed, lips swollen.
"Hi," she whispered, voice hoarse. "Can I… lose another bet next week?"
We all laughed, pulled her into the tangle of bodies on the blanket.
Clara stroked her hair. "Sweetheart, you can lose every day if you want."
Wine forgotten. Candles burning low.
The four of us stayed there until dawn: touching, tasting, learning every inch of new skin.
This wasn't a family anymore.
This was a religion.
And we had just gained our first disciple.