A Game for Three

The room suddenly felt hotter as he entered and quietly closed the door behind him. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, and for a moment, time stood still. Then he spoke, his voice deep and calm, yet carrying a tone that brooked no argument.

“Take it off and hands up.”

His words hit me like an electric shock. A tingling sensation spread throughout my body, as if every cell had suddenly awakened. This was exactly what I had hoped for but never dared to dream: a man taking control without uncertainty or hesitation. My breath caught for a moment before I shot him a mischievous glance, as if to suggest that I wouldn’t just give in right away. But deep down, I knew that was precisely what I wanted.

With a feigned ****, I began to move slowly, my hands trembling slightly from nervousness and anticipation. I could feel Kathrin’s eyes on my back—she surely hadn’t expected to witness this moment. I slowly pulled my shirt over my head, feeling my skin start to tingle. It was as if the air itself became heavier, more intense under his gaze.

“Slower,” he commanded softly, and I obeyed without thinking. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I became acutely aware of how he was watching me—like a predator studying its prey.

But then came the moment that changed everything. His eyes shifted from me to Kathrin, who had been lying quietly on the bed, her curiosity hidden behind a smiling face. But when he pointed at her and said, with the same firm voice, “You too,” she froze.

I turned to see Kathrin's reaction. Her eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted. She clearly hadn’t expected this—and, to be honest, neither had I. For a moment, an intense silence filled the room, broken only by our breathing.

“I...” Kathrin stammered, her embarrassment evident. But before she could form another sentence, the boy’s dominant smile settled on her, and he repeated, this time slower, almost savoring the moment: “You too.”

Her face turned crimson, but something in her seemed to accept this unexpected command—or rather, to accept that she had ****. She had signed up for a game she might not fully understand. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she sat up and began to unbutton her blouse, her fingers trembling slightly. It was a sight I could never have predicted: my confident, fearless cousin suddenly appearing **** and uncertain.

I couldn’t help but steal a quick glance at him. His eyes now rested equally on both of us, and a cold smile played on his lips. He was used to being obeyed. It was as if he had taken complete control of the room without even the slightest effort. And somehow, that was exactly what was so captivating.

By now, Kathrin had removed her blouse and sat there in her bra, her cheeks still flushed. She looked at me, searching for some kind of support, but I was too caught up in my own feelings to give her an answer. This game had turned faster than I had expected, and now it was no longer in my hands.

Kathrin's hands trembled slightly as she made the decision to obey the command. Hesitantly, she let the last remnants of her clothing fall away and then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, raised her hands. The uncertainty in her eyes was unmistakable. She had always been the unshakeable one, able to lighten any situation with a joke. But now, she found herself trapped in a scenario she hadn’t seen coming and surely didn’t understand.

I watched her, feeling a mix of pity and curiosity. She was the naive one in this game, while I suddenly felt like a seasoned player. Part of me had known I would give up control, but I never thought I’d have to relinquish it for Kathrin as well. It was a terribly exhilarating thought.

The boy stepped closer to us, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He was the puppeteer, holding the strings, and I felt a lump form in my throat as I considered what it all meant. He would lead me, lead both of us, navigating between desire and pain, pleasure and torment, with no regard for how we felt or what we thought.