u/ThisIsMyHotTake

This is a direct continuation. Even if you’ve already read Part 1 and Part 2 before or not, I strongly encourage you to read it again right now, then come straight back here for Part 3.

The message came in early evening on the group chat.

“Movie night tonight? 😉”

I felt the old spark immediately. Without saying anything to either of them I grabbed my keys and went out for snacks, the same salty chips and cold drinks we used to keep on the table during those long winter nights. By the time I got back the house was quiet. SIL was already in the guest room. Around half past ten I opened the group chat again, ready to say we should start.

My wife answered first.

“No. We have to get up early.”

A few seconds later SIL reacted with a simple thumbs up. No argument. No second message. Just that.

I looked at my wife. “What’s going on?”

She didn’t answer in the hallway. She simply told me to come upstairs. Once we were inside our room she locked the door behind me and turned.

“No. We are not doing this again. Those were old days when we were stupid. It is not happening again. I am not sharing you for anything. Not for sex. Not for a movie. Nothing.”

I tried to look shocked, like the idea of anything sexual with her sister had never crossed my mind either. Like I only wanted a simple movie. The truth was the opposite. That was exactly what I needed. The dark room. The old risk. The memory of both of them under one blanket. I kept my face carefully blank while the want sat heavy in my chest.

She watched me for a moment longer, then stepped closer, pushed me down onto the bed, and took me into her mouth.

It was warm and wet and deliberate. She worked me slow at first, then deeper, using her tongue the way she knew I liked. My mind kept drifting down the hall anyway. To the guest room. To the old sofa. To the night I first slid inside her sister. I came faster than I wanted, a short sharp pulse that left me only half satisfied. She swallowed, wiped her lip with her thumb, and climbed back up beside me without a word.

We turned to opposite sides of the bed. The space between us felt wider than usual. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. It didn’t work. Every time I started to drift I saw her sister’s face over her shoulder that first night, the filthy little smile, the way she had pushed her pajamas down and given me the perfect view of her ass before climbing onto my lap. My cock stirred again against the sheets. I stayed still and pretended I was already out.

My wife wasn’t sleeping either. I could feel her breathing change, the small restless shifts of her body. After a long time she rolled toward me. Her hand found my chest and started moving in slow circles, warm palm over my skin.

“What’s going on?” she asked. Soft. Careful.

I kept my eyes closed. “Nothing.”

She kept rubbing. “You’re not sleeping. Talk to me.”

I didn’t want to tell her the truth. That I was hard again because I was thinking about her sister. That I wanted the three of us under one blanket one more time. So I gave her the safer version.

“You shut everything down. I just wanted to watch a movie.”

Her hand stilled for a second, then kept moving. “I meant what I said. I’m not sharing you. Not even for an hour. You’re mine. Only mine.”

I understood the words. I even respected them. But my body wasn’t listening. My cock was thick and heavy against my thigh, still half hard from the memory I refused to speak out loud. Her hand slid lower, across my stomach, and I felt her fingers brush the base of me. She paused.

She climbed over me in the dark, settled her weight on my thighs facing away, and leaned back until her mouth was close to my ear.

“I know what you want,” she whispered, and spoke her sister’s name. “Let me be her tonight.”

Something in my stomach dropped.

She reached up, gathered her long hair, and tied it high the exact way her sister always did, leaving her neck bare and open. When she looked back over her shoulder the smile she gave me was pure filth, the same little curve of lips I still remembered from that first night under the blanket. Her body was already so close to her sister’s it almost hurt to look at. Same thick round butt settling against me. Same heavy, powerful thighs. Same deep, chiseled line of her back tapering down to the soft flare of her hips.

She pulled her underwear aside, took my cock in her hand, and guided me in. The first slow sink of her heat around me made my breath catch. She started riding reverse cowgirl, rising and dropping with deliberate control. Her big round ass moved up and down in front of me, full and heavy, the cheeks spreading slightly each time she sank down. I couldn’t look away from the tight little hole between them. It opened and closed with every movement, pink and clenched, right there in front of my eyes.

I had always wanted to take that hole. She never let me. She wanted nothing to do with her backdoor. In our culture and our religion it was not permissible, and she held that line without exception. She knew exactly what I was staring at. She always knew when she rode me like this.

She looked back over her shoulder again, still using that soft teasing voice that belonged to her sister.

“Grab the baby oil,” she said. “The one on the side table.”

I reached for it. The same bottle we used for ordinary massages. She told me to pour it on her back and over her butt, let it run between the cheeks and down to her hole. I did. The oil glistened as it slid along the cleft and gathered at that tight ring. She told me to rub it. I wasn’t surprised. This was as far as she had ever allowed me to go.

I circled the slick rim with my fingertip, slow and careful. The muscle fluttered under the oil. Then her voice changed.

“Put your thumb in.”

I froze. “What?”

“Put your thumb in,” she repeated, still in that low ethnic tone. “Feel how tight and warm and soft it is.”

I pressed. The ring resisted for a second, then opened just enough to take the tip of my thumb. The heat inside was startling. Soft, gripping, impossibly tight. She pushed back against my hand, taking more of the thumb while her pussy kept sliding up and down my cock.

“Feel it,” she whispered. “Feel like that is your dick buried in my butt.”

All of it felt unreal. She kept talking exactly like her sister, low and dirty, asking how her ass felt on my dick, telling me to imagine I was inside it, making the fantasy so complete that for a few long seconds it genuinely felt like my cock was buried in her ass instead of her cunt. The oil, the stretch around my thumb, the wet grip of her pussy, the voice in my ears. I wanted it to keep going. I wanted to stay right there on the edge forever.

She had other plans. She reached down between my legs and started rubbing my balls with a firm, knowing pressure. The reverse card. She knew exactly what that did to me. The dual sensation of her tight hole around my thumb and her hand working my balls pushed me over so hard I couldn’t stay quiet. I screamed into the dark as I came, the orgasm ripping through me like something new, something different, pulse after pulse emptying deep inside her while the bed frame creaked and rocked under us. The whole house was silent except for the noise of our bed. We didn’t care.

When the last tremor left me she lifted off slowly, my thumb slipping free, and walked straight into the bathroom without looking back.

I lay there breathing hard, still half lost in the fantasy. After a minute I reached for my phone.

Messages from SIL.

“Hey you guys are not sleeping.”

“What is that noise?”

She knew exactly what it was. More messages followed.

“Are you awake?”

“I can’t sleep either. Can I come up and talk?”

I read every one of them. Part of me wanted to type yes. Part of me wanted the door to open and for her to walk in while I was still slick and spent. I stared at the screen for a long time.

I didn’t answer.

This is the final part of this series as it happened. I don't plan to write anymore on this topic.

This is a direct continuation. Even if you’ve already read Part 1 before or not, I strongly encourage you to read it again right now, then come straight back here for Part 2. You’ll catch a lot more of the heat and details that way.

If you read Part 1, you already know how that night started. The three of us under one blanket on their living room sofa, my hands soaked from both sisters, the cushion wet underneath them, and me too scared to finish what we had begun.

I was still rock hard under the blanket when the fear hit me full force.

“We can’t,” I whispered. “Your dad comes down every night. He’s going to walk in any second.”

My wife-to-be looked at me, then at her sister, then back at me. She leaned in close.

“I’ll go watch the stairs. You two finish what you started.”

Before I could argue she stood up, pulled her pajama bottoms back into place, and walked quietly toward the hallway that led to the staircase. She didn’t look back.

My SIL stayed right where she was, still half-naked under the blanket, thighs shiny, eyes on me.

I was so nervous my dick went soft. Completely. I couldn’t get it back up no matter how hard I tried. The fear was stronger than the need. Coming from the background we did, the risk of getting caught felt enormous.

She noticed. Without a word she made me sit back against the sofa, pushed the blanket down, and lowered her head between my legs. Her warm mouth wrapped around me and she started sucking. Slow at first, then deeper. Her tongue slid along the underside while she took more of me in. I got hard so fast it almost hurt.

She rubbed my shoulder with one hand while she kept sucking.

“Relax,” she whispered around my cock. “Nothing is going to happen. Just feel it.”

She went back to licking and suckling, wet sounds filling the quiet room. I grabbed the edge of the sofa and gritted my teeth.

“Slow down,” I whispered. “I’m gonna cum if you keep going like that.”

She pulled off just long enough to smile up at me.

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to make you do.”

Then she stopped completely. She stood up, turned around, and pushed her pajama bottoms the rest of the way down. Her perfect round ass was right in front of my face again. My eyes must have lit up because she smiled over her shoulder, then climbed onto my lap.

I thought she was going to put me between her cheeks like we agreed.

Instead she reached down, wrapped her fingers around my cock, and guided the head straight to her pussy.

I froze.

She started pushing down. She was incredibly tight. The head popped inside and she kept going, inch by inch, until I was fully buried in her. I could feel every ridge, every pulse of her walls gripping me.

I stared at her face, shocked.

I said her name, voice barely working.

“How… you’re not a virgin?”

She looked me in the eyes and answered quietly, “I used things. I wanted to know what it felt like.”

Then she started moving. Slow at first, rising and sinking on my cock, getting used to the stretch. The wetness from earlier made it easier, but she was still so tight it bordered on painful in the best way. She took both of my hands and placed them on her perky tits. Her nipples were rock hard under my palms. I squeezed and she moaned, riding me faster.

We both closed our eyes.

I completely forgot where we were. Forgot the house. Forgot her dad. Forgot the conservative world we lived in. Forgot everything except the feeling of her pussy sliding up and down my cock and the soft weight of her breasts in my hands. The wet sounds of her fucking me filled the room. Her breathing got heavier. Mine did too.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said suddenly, voice cracking.

She lifted off me in one smooth motion, dropped to her knees between my legs, and took my cock straight into her mouth. I exploded. It felt like my soul left through my dick. Pulse after pulse, harder than anything I had ever felt, emptying into her throat while she kept sucking and swallowing.

When the last tremor finally stopped I opened my eyes.

My wife-to-be was not at the stairs.

She was sitting on the other end of the sofa, pajama bottoms around her knees, two fingers buried in her own soaked pussy, rubbing herself and watching us. She was giggling softly, eyes bright, thighs wet all over again.

That is how I lost my virginity to my sister-in-law.

We had many more nights like that before things changed. Same sofa. Same blanket. Same risk. Same heat.

Years later my wife and I got married and moved to the West. My SIL moved to a different Western country. Life got busy. The three of us still kept in touch, but those winter nights in our home country felt like another lifetime.

She is visiting us right now.

A few hours ago she dropped a message in our WhatsApp group.

“Movie night tonight? 😉”

I looked at my wife.

She looked at me.

Neither of us has answered yet.

Note: I honestly didn’t expect this to explode like that. I had planned to write Part 2 closer to the weekend, but the response was so strong I felt compelled to finish and post it now.

Now do me justice in the comments and tell me who you thought of while reading and how much you ended up stroking/masturbating. Bonus points if you want to DM me about it.

This is a direct continuation. Even if you’ve already read Part 1 before or not, I strongly encourage you to read it again right now, then come straight back here for Part 2. You’ll catch a lot more of the heat and details that way.

If you read Part 1, you already know how that night started. The three of us under one blanket on their living room sofa, my hands soaked from both sisters, the cushion wet underneath them, and me too scared to finish what we had begun.

I was still rock hard under the blanket when the fear hit me full force.

“We can’t,” I whispered. “Your dad comes down every night. He’s going to walk in any second.”

My wife-to-be looked at me, then at her sister, then back at me. She leaned in close.

“I’ll go watch the stairs. You two finish what you started.”

Before I could argue she stood up, pulled her pajama bottoms back into place, and walked quietly toward the hallway that led to the staircase. She didn’t look back.

My SIL stayed right where she was, still half-naked under the blanket, thighs shiny, eyes on me.

I was so nervous my dick went soft. Completely. I couldn’t get it back up no matter how hard I tried. The fear was stronger than the need. Coming from the background we did, the risk of getting caught felt enormous.

She noticed. Without a word she made me sit back against the sofa, pushed the blanket down, and lowered her head between my legs. Her warm mouth wrapped around me and she started sucking. Slow at first, then deeper. Her tongue slid along the underside while she took more of me in. I got hard so fast it almost hurt.

She rubbed my shoulder with one hand while she kept sucking.

“Relax,” she whispered around my cock. “Nothing is going to happen. Just feel it.”

She went back to licking and suckling, wet sounds filling the quiet room. I grabbed the edge of the sofa and gritted my teeth.

“Slow down,” I whispered. “I’m gonna cum if you keep going like that.”

She pulled off just long enough to smile up at me.

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to make you do.”

Then she stopped completely. She stood up, turned around, and pushed her pajama bottoms the rest of the way down. Her perfect round ass was right in front of my face again. My eyes must have lit up because she smiled over her shoulder, then climbed onto my lap.

I thought she was going to put me between her cheeks like we agreed.

Instead she reached down, wrapped her fingers around my cock, and guided the head straight to her pussy.

I froze.

She started pushing down. She was incredibly tight. The head popped inside and she kept going, inch by inch, until I was fully buried in her. I could feel every ridge, every pulse of her walls gripping me.

I stared at her face, shocked.

I said her name, voice barely working.

“How… you’re not a virgin?”

She looked me in the eyes and answered quietly, “I used things. I wanted to know what it felt like.”

Then she started moving. Slow at first, rising and sinking on my cock, getting used to the stretch. The wetness from earlier made it easier, but she was still so tight it bordered on painful in the best way. She took both of my hands and placed them on her perky tits. Her nipples were rock hard under my palms. I squeezed and she moaned, riding me faster.

We both closed our eyes.

I completely forgot where we were. Forgot the house. Forgot her dad. Forgot the conservative world we lived in. Forgot everything except the feeling of her pussy sliding up and down my cock and the soft weight of her breasts in my hands. The wet sounds of her fucking me filled the room. Her breathing got heavier. Mine did too.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said suddenly, voice cracking.

She lifted off me in one smooth motion, dropped to her knees between my legs, and took my cock straight into her mouth. I exploded. It felt like my soul left through my dick. Pulse after pulse, harder than anything I had ever felt, emptying into her throat while she kept sucking and swallowing.

When the last tremor finally stopped I opened my eyes.

My wife-to-be was not at the stairs.

She was sitting on the other end of the sofa, pajama bottoms around her knees, two fingers buried in her own soaked pussy, rubbing herself and watching us. She was giggling softly, eyes bright, thighs wet all over again.

That is how I lost my virginity to my sister-in-law.

We had many more nights like that before things changed. Same sofa. Same blanket. Same risk. Same heat.

Years later my wife and I got married and moved to the West. My SIL moved to a different Western country. Life got busy. The three of us still kept in touch, but those winter nights in our home country felt like another lifetime.

She is visiting us right now.

A few hours ago she dropped a message in our WhatsApp group.

“Movie night tonight? 😉”

I looked at my wife.

She looked at me.

Neither of us has answered yet.

Note: I honestly didn’t expect this to explode like that. I had planned to write Part 2 closer to the weekend, but the response was so strong I felt compelled to finish and post it now.

Now do me justice in the comments and tell me who you thought of while reading and how much you ended up stroking/masturbating. Bonus points if you want to DM me about it.

This is a direct continuation. Even if you’ve already read Part 1 before or not, I strongly encourage you to read it again right now, then come straight back here for Part 2. You’ll catch a lot more of the heat and details that way.

If you read Part 1, you already know how that night started. The three of us under one blanket on their living room sofa, my hands soaked from both sisters, the cushion wet underneath them, and me too scared to finish what we had begun.

I was still rock hard under the blanket when the fear hit me full force.

“We can’t,” I whispered. “Your dad comes down every night. He’s going to walk in any second.”

My wife-to-be looked at me, then at her sister, then back at me. She leaned in close.

“I’ll go watch the stairs. You two finish what you started.”

Before I could argue she stood up, pulled her pajama bottoms back into place, and walked quietly toward the hallway that led to the staircase. She didn’t look back.

My SIL stayed right where she was, still half-naked under the blanket, thighs shiny, eyes on me.

I was so nervous my dick went soft. Completely. I couldn’t get it back up no matter how hard I tried. The fear was stronger than the need. Coming from the background we did, the risk of getting caught felt enormous.

She noticed. Without a word she made me sit back against the sofa, pushed the blanket down, and lowered her head between my legs. Her warm mouth wrapped around me and she started sucking. Slow at first, then deeper. Her tongue slid along the underside while she took more of me in. I got hard so fast it almost hurt.

She rubbed my shoulder with one hand while she kept sucking.

“Relax,” she whispered around my cock. “Nothing is going to happen. Just feel it.”

She went back to licking and suckling, wet sounds filling the quiet room. I grabbed the edge of the sofa and gritted my teeth.

“Slow down,” I whispered. “I’m gonna cum if you keep going like that.”

She pulled off just long enough to smile up at me.

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to make you do.”

Then she stopped completely. She stood up, turned around, and pushed her pajama bottoms the rest of the way down. Her perfect round ass was right in front of my face again. My eyes must have lit up because she smiled over her shoulder, then climbed onto my lap.

I thought she was going to put me between her cheeks like we agreed.

Instead she reached down, wrapped her fingers around my cock, and guided the head straight to her pussy.

I froze.

She started pushing down. She was incredibly tight. The head popped inside and she kept going, inch by inch, until I was fully buried in her. I could feel every ridge, every pulse of her walls gripping me.

I stared at her face, shocked.

I said her name, voice barely working.

“How… you’re not a virgin?”

She looked me in the eyes and answered quietly, “I used things. I wanted to know what it felt like.”

Then she started moving. Slow at first, rising and sinking on my cock, getting used to the stretch. The wetness from earlier made it easier, but she was still so tight it bordered on painful in the best way. She took both of my hands and placed them on her perky tits. Her nipples were rock hard under my palms. I squeezed and she moaned, riding me faster.

We both closed our eyes.

I completely forgot where we were. Forgot the house. Forgot her dad. Forgot the conservative world we lived in. Forgot everything except the feeling of her pussy sliding up and down my cock and the soft weight of her breasts in my hands. The wet sounds of her fucking me filled the room. Her breathing got heavier. Mine did too.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said suddenly, voice cracking.

She lifted off me in one smooth motion, dropped to her knees between my legs, and took my cock straight into her mouth. I exploded. It felt like my soul left through my dick. Pulse after pulse, harder than anything I had ever felt, emptying into her throat while she kept sucking and swallowing.

When the last tremor finally stopped I opened my eyes.

My wife-to-be was not at the stairs.

She was sitting on the other end of the sofa, pajama bottoms around her knees, two fingers buried in her own soaked pussy, rubbing herself and watching us. She was giggling softly, eyes bright, thighs wet all over again.

That is how I lost my virginity to my sister-in-law.

We had many more nights like that before things changed. Same sofa. Same blanket. Same risk. Same heat.

Years later my wife and I got married and moved to the West. My SIL moved to a different Western country. Life got busy. The three of us still kept in touch, but those winter nights in our home country felt like another lifetime.

She is visiting us right now.

A few hours ago she dropped a message in our WhatsApp group.

“Movie night tonight? 😉”

I looked at my wife.

She looked at me.

Neither of us has answered yet.

Note: I honestly didn’t expect this to explode like that. I had planned to write Part 2 closer to the weekend, but the response was so strong I felt compelled to finish and post it now.

Now do me justice in the comments and tell me who you thought of while reading and how much you ended up stroking/masturbating. Bonus points if you want to DM me about it.

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We were from a conservative background in a conservative country in East. Being virgins in our early twenties was completely normal. No one rushed these things. Still, the three of us had been close since college. Me, the girl who would become my wife, and her sister who was one year younger than me. We were inseparable. My SIL was the only one who actually loved horror movies. My wife and I mostly just loved being near each other.

That December the schools were closed and it was freezing. Almost every night the three of us ended up on the big living-room sofa at their house, lights off, one thick blanket over our legs, some movie playing until two or three in the morning. Their parents never minded because we stayed in the open living room.

Usually my wife sat in the middle. One night the movie was especially bad. She kept grabbing my arm every time something jumped. My SIL had nothing to hold onto and finally complained. So the next night they put me in the middle.

The new movie started. The room was dark except for the blue glow of the screen. My wife and I weren’t really watching. We started with little smooches at first, the kind we always did when no one was paying close attention. Soft, quick ones. Then they got longer. Deeper. Tongues sliding. Her soft moans breathing into my mouth. I moved down to her neck and started kissing and sucking there. She arched and let out a longer, wetter sound against my ear.

My hand slid under the blanket and settled between her legs, right over her pajama bottoms. The fabric was already soaked through. I could feel the heat and the wetness seeping into my palm. She was dripping.

She leaned in, lips against my ear, voice shaking.

“Put your hand inside and rub me.”

We were all still virgins. That was normal for us. My wife and I had kissed for hours and ground against each other until we were shaking, but that was as far as it had ever gone.

I slipped my fingers under the waistband. Her pussy was swollen and slick, folds parting easily for me. The second I touched her bare clit she jerked and bit down on my shoulder to stay quiet. I started rubbing slow circles. Her hips rolled against my hand. The wet sounds were soft but clear under the blanket. The fabric kept shifting with every stroke.

My SIL could see everything. She could hear the wetness. She could feel the blanket moving.

Then, without a word, she reached over, grabbed my wrist, and pulled my hand straight onto her own pussy. Same tight pajamas. Same heat. Same wetness already soaking through.

I yanked my hand back like I’d been burned and stared at my wife.

She only whispered, voice low and steady, “It’s okay. Do it.”

So I did.

I rubbed both of them at the same time, one hand on each soaked crotch. Their hips started moving in the same rhythm. The blanket rose and fell. The wet sounds got louder.

The pajamas were too tight. I couldn’t move the way I wanted.

“Pull them down,” I said, voice rough. “Both of you. To your knees.

My wife did it fast under the blanket. My SIL stood up.

I had seen my wife naked before. I had never seen my SIL’s body.

She turned her back to me, hooked her thumbs in the waistband, and slowly pushed the pajamas down. The most perfect round, smooth ass I’d ever seen came into view. Soft, full, flawless. She looked over her shoulder, gave me the filthiest little smile, and used both hands to press her cheeks together, spreading them just enough to tease me before she sat back down and pulled the blanket over us again.

She immediately grabbed my hand and put it right on her bare, dripping pussy.

I was so hard.

I leaned in so both of them could hear me.

“Whoever comes first gets me to rub my cock between their ass cheeks and cum right there. No penetration. Just my cock sliding between those cheeks until I empty myself. Deal?”

They both nodded. Fast.

I’d done it with my wife a couple of times already. The thought of doing it to my SIL made my stomach drop.

I went back to rubbing them. Two hands. Two soaked, swollen pussies. I gave my SIL more pressure, more speed, more attention. I wanted her to win. She wanted it too. I could feel it in the way her hips started fucking my fingers.

Her breathing turned into broken little gasps. Her thighs started trembling. Then she came.

Hard.

Her whole body went rigid, then started slithering and shivering against me like she couldn’t control it. Her thighs clamped around my hand so tight it almost hurt. A long, wet moan spilled out of her mouth against my neck. I felt the gush, hot and slick, running down her inner thighs and onto my wrist. She kept shaking for what felt like forever, pussy pulsing against my fingers.

When the worst of it passed she smiled, took my soaked hand, and pushed three of my fingers straight into my mouth.

“Lick. All of it.”

I did and it tasted amazing.

My wife had been holding back on purpose. Thirty seconds later she came just as hard. Same full-body slithering, same violent shiver, same helpless wet sounds. Her thighs flooded. I felt the heat pour out of her onto my other hand and down onto the cushion.

When they finally stopped shaking and we sat up a little, the sofa under both of them was dark and wet. A clear wet patch spread across the fabric where their asses and thighs had been.

They both looked at me, still breathing hard, faces flushed, thighs shiny.

“Whose tastes better?” they asked at almost the same time.

I told them the truth.

“Both.”

I kept listening for footsteps on the stairs. Their dad came down almost every night to check on us. Every single night. I was certain he was about to walk in and see the two of them with their pajama bottoms around their knees, thighs glistening, the sofa soaked, my hands still wet with both of them.

But the house stayed silent.

Either he had finally fallen asleep or he was upstairs doing something else entirely.

I was too worked up, too scared, and too far gone to finish what we’d started. I pulled my hands back, told them it was late, and started to stand.

They didn’t let me leave.

That same night, still under the same blanket, still in the same dark living room, they decided it was my turn.

But that’s Part 2.

We were from a conservative background in a conservative country in East. Being virgins in our early twenties was completely normal. No one rushed these things. Still, the three of us had been close since college. Me, the girl who would become my wife, and her sister who was one year younger than me. We were inseparable. My SIL was the only one who actually loved horror movies. My wife and I mostly just loved being near each other.

That December the schools were closed and it was freezing. Almost every night the three of us ended up on the big living-room sofa at their house, lights off, one thick blanket over our legs, some movie playing until two or three in the morning. Their parents never minded because we stayed in the open living room.

Usually my wife sat in the middle. One night the movie was especially bad. She kept grabbing my arm every time something jumped. My SIL had nothing to hold onto and finally complained. So the next night they put me in the middle.

The new movie started. The room was dark except for the blue glow of the screen. My wife and I weren’t really watching. We started with little smooches at first, the kind we always did when no one was paying close attention. Soft, quick ones. Then they got longer. Deeper. Tongues sliding. Her soft moans breathing into my mouth. I moved down to her neck and started kissing and sucking there. She arched and let out a longer, wetter sound against my ear.

My hand slid under the blanket and settled between her legs, right over her pajama bottoms. The fabric was already soaked through. I could feel the heat and the wetness seeping into my palm. She was dripping.

She leaned in, lips against my ear, voice shaking.

“Put your hand inside and rub me.”

We were all still virgins. That was normal for us. My wife and I had kissed for hours and ground against each other until we were shaking, but that was as far as it had ever gone.

I slipped my fingers under the waistband. Her pussy was swollen and slick, folds parting easily for me. The second I touched her bare clit she jerked and bit down on my shoulder to stay quiet. I started rubbing slow circles. Her hips rolled against my hand. The wet sounds were soft but clear under the blanket. The fabric kept shifting with every stroke.

My SIL could see everything. She could hear the wetness. She could feel the blanket moving.

Then, without a word, she reached over, grabbed my wrist, and pulled my hand straight onto her own pussy. Same tight pajamas. Same heat. Same wetness already soaking through.

I yanked my hand back like I’d been burned and stared at my wife.

She only whispered, voice low and steady, “It’s okay. Do it.”

So I did.

I rubbed both of them at the same time, one hand on each soaked crotch. Their hips started moving in the same rhythm. The blanket rose and fell. The wet sounds got louder.

The pajamas were too tight. I couldn’t move the way I wanted.

“Pull them down,” I said, voice rough. “Both of you. To your knees.

My wife did it fast under the blanket. My SIL stood up.

I had seen my wife naked before. I had never seen my SIL’s body.

She turned her back to me, hooked her thumbs in the waistband, and slowly pushed the pajamas down. The most perfect round, smooth ass I’d ever seen came into view. Soft, full, flawless. She looked over her shoulder, gave me the filthiest little smile, and used both hands to press her cheeks together, spreading them just enough to tease me before she sat back down and pulled the blanket over us again.

She immediately grabbed my hand and put it right on her bare, dripping pussy.

I was so hard.

I leaned in so both of them could hear me.

“Whoever comes first gets me to rub my cock between their ass cheeks and cum right there. No penetration. Just my cock sliding between those cheeks until I empty myself. Deal?”

They both nodded. Fast.

I’d done it with my wife a couple of times already. The thought of doing it to my SIL made my stomach drop.

I went back to rubbing them. Two hands. Two soaked, swollen pussies. I gave my SIL more pressure, more speed, more attention. I wanted her to win. She wanted it too. I could feel it in the way her hips started fucking my fingers.

Her breathing turned into broken little gasps. Her thighs started trembling. Then she came.

Hard.

Her whole body went rigid, then started slithering and shivering against me like she couldn’t control it. Her thighs clamped around my hand so tight it almost hurt. A long, wet moan spilled out of her mouth against my neck. I felt the gush, hot and slick, running down her inner thighs and onto my wrist. She kept shaking for what felt like forever, pussy pulsing against my fingers.

When the worst of it passed she smiled, took my soaked hand, and pushed three of my fingers straight into my mouth.

“Lick. All of it.”

I did and it tasted amazing.

My wife had been holding back on purpose. Thirty seconds later she came just as hard. Same full-body slithering, same violent shiver, same helpless wet sounds. Her thighs flooded. I felt the heat pour out of her onto my other hand and down onto the cushion.

When they finally stopped shaking and we sat up a little, the sofa under both of them was dark and wet. A clear wet patch spread across the fabric where their asses and thighs had been.

They both looked at me, still breathing hard, faces flushed, thighs shiny.

“Whose tastes better?” they asked at almost the same time.

I told them the truth.

“Both.”

I kept listening for footsteps on the stairs. Their dad came down almost every night to check on us. Every single night. I was certain he was about to walk in and see the two of them with their pajama bottoms around their knees, thighs glistening, the sofa soaked, my hands still wet with both of them.

But the house stayed silent.

Either he had finally fallen asleep or he was upstairs doing something else entirely.

I was too worked up, too scared, and too far gone to finish what we’d started. I pulled my hands back, told them it was late, and started to stand.

They didn’t let me leave.

That same night, still under the same blanket, still in the same dark living room, they decided it was my turn.

But that’s Part 2.

Edit: Added link to part 2.

We were from a conservative background in a conservative country in East. Being virgins in our early twenties was completely normal. No one rushed these things. Still, the three of us had been close since college. Me, the girl who would become my wife, and her sister who was one year younger than me. We were inseparable. My SIL was the only one who actually loved horror movies. My wife and I mostly just loved being near each other.

That December the schools were closed and it was freezing. Almost every night the three of us ended up on the big living-room sofa at their house, lights off, one thick blanket over our legs, some movie playing until two or three in the morning. Their parents never minded because we stayed in the open living room.

Usually my wife sat in the middle. One night the movie was especially bad. She kept grabbing my arm every time something jumped. My SIL had nothing to hold onto and finally complained. So the next night they put me in the middle.

The new movie started. The room was dark except for the blue glow of the screen. My wife and I weren’t really watching. We started with little smooches at first, the kind we always did when no one was paying close attention. Soft, quick ones. Then they got longer. Deeper. Tongues sliding. Her soft moans breathing into my mouth. I moved down to her neck and started kissing and sucking there. She arched and let out a longer, wetter sound against my ear.

My hand slid under the blanket and settled between her legs, right over her pajama bottoms. The fabric was already soaked through. I could feel the heat and the wetness seeping into my palm. She was dripping.

She leaned in, lips against my ear, voice shaking.

“Put your hand inside and rub me.”

We were all still virgins. That was normal for us. My wife and I had kissed for hours and ground against each other until we were shaking, but that was as far as it had ever gone.

I slipped my fingers under the waistband. Her pussy was swollen and slick, folds parting easily for me. The second I touched her bare clit she jerked and bit down on my shoulder to stay quiet. I started rubbing slow circles. Her hips rolled against my hand. The wet sounds were soft but clear under the blanket. The fabric kept shifting with every stroke.

My SIL could see everything. She could hear the wetness. She could feel the blanket moving.

Then, without a word, she reached over, grabbed my wrist, and pulled my hand straight onto her own pussy. Same tight pajamas. Same heat. Same wetness already soaking through.

I yanked my hand back like I’d been burned and stared at my wife.

She only whispered, voice low and steady, “It’s okay. Do it.”

So I did.

I rubbed both of them at the same time, one hand on each soaked crotch. Their hips started moving in the same rhythm. The blanket rose and fell. The wet sounds got louder.

The pajamas were too tight. I couldn’t move the way I wanted.

“Pull them down,” I said, voice rough. “Both of you. To your knees.

My wife did it fast under the blanket. My SIL stood up.

I had seen my wife naked before. I had never seen my SIL’s body.

She turned her back to me, hooked her thumbs in the waistband, and slowly pushed the pajamas down. The most perfect round, smooth ass I’d ever seen came into view. Soft, full, flawless. She looked over her shoulder, gave me the filthiest little smile, and used both hands to press her cheeks together, spreading them just enough to tease me before she sat back down and pulled the blanket over us again.

She immediately grabbed my hand and put it right on her bare, dripping pussy.

I was so hard.

I leaned in so both of them could hear me.

“Whoever comes first gets me to rub my cock between their ass cheeks and cum right there. No penetration. Just my cock sliding between those cheeks until I empty myself. Deal?”

They both nodded. Fast.

I’d done it with my wife a couple of times already. The thought of doing it to my SIL made my stomach drop.

I went back to rubbing them. Two hands. Two soaked, swollen pussies. I gave my SIL more pressure, more speed, more attention. I wanted her to win. She wanted it too. I could feel it in the way her hips started fucking my fingers.

Her breathing turned into broken little gasps. Her thighs started trembling. Then she came.

Hard.

Her whole body went rigid, then started slithering and shivering against me like she couldn’t control it. Her thighs clamped around my hand so tight it almost hurt. A long, wet moan spilled out of her mouth against my neck. I felt the gush, hot and slick, running down her inner thighs and onto my wrist. She kept shaking for what felt like forever, pussy pulsing against my fingers.

When the worst of it passed she smiled, took my soaked hand, and pushed three of my fingers straight into my mouth.

“Lick. All of it.”

I did and it tasted amazing.

My wife had been holding back on purpose. Thirty seconds later she came just as hard. Same full-body slithering, same violent shiver, same helpless wet sounds. Her thighs flooded. I felt the heat pour out of her onto my other hand and down onto the cushion.

When they finally stopped shaking and we sat up a little, the sofa under both of them was dark and wet. A clear wet patch spread across the fabric where their asses and thighs had been.

They both looked at me, still breathing hard, faces flushed, thighs shiny.

“Whose tastes better?” they asked at almost the same time.

I told them the truth.

“Both.”

I kept listening for footsteps on the stairs. Their dad came down almost every night to check on us. Every single night. I was certain he was about to walk in and see the two of them with their pajama bottoms around their knees, thighs glistening, the sofa soaked, my hands still wet with both of them.

But the house stayed silent.

Either he had finally fallen asleep or he was upstairs doing something else entirely.

I was too worked up, too scared, and too far gone to finish what we’d started. I pulled my hands back, told them it was late, and started to stand.

They didn’t let me leave.

That same night, still under the same blanket, still in the same dark living room, they decided it was my turn.

But that’s Part 2.

Edit: Added link to part 2.

Part 1

We were from a conservative background in a conservative country in East. Being virgins in our early twenties was completely normal. No one rushed these things. Still, the three of us had been close since college. Me, the girl who would become my wife, and her sister who was one year younger than me. We were inseparable. My SIL was the only one who actually loved horror movies. My wife and I mostly just loved being near each other.

That December the schools were closed and it was freezing. Almost every night the three of us ended up on the big living-room sofa at their house, lights off, one thick blanket over our legs, some movie playing until two or three in the morning. Their parents never minded because we stayed in the open living room.

Usually my wife sat in the middle. One night the movie was especially bad. She kept grabbing my arm every time something jumped. My SIL had nothing to hold onto and finally complained. So the next night they put me in the middle.

The new movie started. The room was dark except for the blue glow of the screen. My wife and I weren’t really watching. We started with little smooches at first, the kind we always did when no one was paying close attention. Soft, quick ones. Then they got longer. Deeper. Tongues sliding. Her soft moans breathing into my mouth. I moved down to her neck and started kissing and sucking there. She arched and let out a longer, wetter sound against my ear.

My hand slid under the blanket and settled between her legs, right over her pajama bottoms. The fabric was already soaked through. I could feel the heat and the wetness seeping into my palm. She was dripping.

She leaned in, lips against my ear, voice shaking.

“Put your hand inside and rub me.”

We were all still virgins. That was normal for us. My wife and I had kissed for hours and ground against each other until we were shaking, but that was as far as it had ever gone.

I slipped my fingers under the waistband. Her pussy was swollen and slick, folds parting easily for me. The second I touched her bare clit she jerked and bit down on my shoulder to stay quiet. I started rubbing slow circles. Her hips rolled against my hand. The wet sounds were soft but clear under the blanket. The fabric kept shifting with every stroke.

My SIL could see everything. She could hear the wetness. She could feel the blanket moving.

Then, without a word, she reached over, grabbed my wrist, and pulled my hand straight onto her own pussy. Same tight pajamas. Same heat. Same wetness already soaking through.

I yanked my hand back like I’d been burned and stared at my wife.

She only whispered, voice low and steady, “It’s okay. Do it.”

So I did.

I rubbed both of them at the same time, one hand on each soaked crotch. Their hips started moving in the same rhythm. The blanket rose and fell. The wet sounds got louder.

The pajamas were too tight. I couldn’t move the way I wanted.

“Pull them down,” I said, voice rough. “Both of you. To your knees.

My wife did it fast under the blanket. My SIL stood up.

I had seen my wife naked before. I had never seen my SIL’s body.

She turned her back to me, hooked her thumbs in the waistband, and slowly pushed the pajamas down. The most perfect round, smooth ass I’d ever seen came into view. Soft, full, flawless. She looked over her shoulder, gave me the filthiest little smile, and used both hands to press her cheeks together, spreading them just enough to tease me before she sat back down and pulled the blanket over us again.

She immediately grabbed my hand and put it right on her bare, dripping pussy.

I was so hard.

I leaned in so both of them could hear me.

“Whoever comes first gets me to rub my cock between their ass cheeks and cum right there. No penetration. Just my cock sliding between those cheeks until I empty myself. Deal?”

They both nodded. Fast.

I’d done it with my wife a couple of times already. The thought of doing it to my SIL made my stomach drop.

I went back to rubbing them. Two hands. Two soaked, swollen pussies. I gave my SIL more pressure, more speed, more attention. I wanted her to win. She wanted it too. I could feel it in the way her hips started fucking my fingers.

Her breathing turned into broken little gasps. Her thighs started trembling. Then she came.

Hard.

Her whole body went rigid, then started slithering and shivering against me like she couldn’t control it. Her thighs clamped around my hand so tight it almost hurt. A long, wet moan spilled out of her mouth against my neck. I felt the gush, hot and slick, running down her inner thighs and onto my wrist. She kept shaking for what felt like forever, pussy pulsing against my fingers.

When the worst of it passed she smiled, took my soaked hand, and pushed three of my fingers straight into my mouth.

“Lick. All of it.”

I did and it tasted amazing.

My wife had been holding back on purpose. Thirty seconds later she came just as hard. Same full-body slithering, same violent shiver, same helpless wet sounds. Her thighs flooded. I felt the heat pour out of her onto my other hand and down onto the cushion.

When they finally stopped shaking and we sat up a little, the sofa under both of them was dark and wet. A clear wet patch spread across the fabric where their asses and thighs had been.

They both looked at me, still breathing hard, faces flushed, thighs shiny.

“Whose tastes better?” they asked at almost the same time.

I told them the truth.

“Both.”

I kept listening for footsteps on the stairs. Their dad came down almost every night to check on us. Every single night. I was certain he was about to walk in and see the two of them with their pajama bottoms around their knees, thighs glistening, the sofa soaked, my hands still wet with both of them.

But the house stayed silent.

Either he had finally fallen asleep or he was upstairs doing something else entirely.

I was too worked up, too scared, and too far gone to finish what we’d started. I pulled my hands back, told them it was late, and started to stand.

They didn’t let me leave.

That same night, still under the same blanket, still in the same dark living room, they decided it was my turn.

But that’s Part 2.

Edit: Added link to part 2.