Cop a feel, obviously.

Jax's hands drifted lower down their bodies, sliding from side to the slight swell of their hips. He did it slowly, ever aware of the sisters' capability to marshal incredible destructive magic at will but he was pushed to do so by the insistent throb of his stubborn erection. He was hyper ready to stop at the slightest hint from either of them that his advancing touch wasn't desired. But there was nothing and this encouraged him.

The sisters had been so adept at displaying their disdain for him before, their desire for him to stay out of their boat on the way over had been absolutely clear without even need for a word. So now he brought his hands even lower, coming in contact with their firm rears and neither one so much as twitched nor ceased to hold their bodies comfortably against his.

Their continued silence felt like a spell that he would break should he speak as he had the urge to. He wondered about their shyness and how far they might let him go. Did they watch Gamla and Issande kissing and dry-humping and wonder what it would be like? Even now they weren't acting wanton like the Shadow-Dancer had been. Simply accepting his touches without comment. He squeezed one's bottom particularly strongly but other than a small gasp there was no response.

In the end, Jax enjoyed himself, finding the the trip back rather more pleasant than the dreary weather would seem to allow. It was rather wondrous how quickly time could pass when you had a yielding woman under each arm. Still, there was something a bit frustrating about it as he couldn't bring himself to go much further out in the open like their brazen leader and his lady-love had before. And despite his wandering hands, neither of the twins made to reciprocate, simply accepting his attentions as if they were unremarkable. Not once did either slip a hand down to fondle his protruding member and he had little doubt they noticed it as petite as they were- it was right before their faces as they clung to his sides.

Eventually they made it back to land and the Winking Maiden and by mutual decree the group decided to spend a day and night recuperating and celebrating their victory. It was clear that this particular adventuring group took the maxim "Work Hard Play Hard" very seriously indeed. That suited Jax just fine and he enjoyed himself immensely as he got to be the one served at the tavern rather than the one doing the serving. At one point Lissa bent over before him to pick up a fallen tankard and his lingering arousal meant he stared right down her low cut top. She caught him but rather than glare and castigate she faintly smiled, "Get enough of an eyeful, Jax?"

Confidence buoyed by **** he grinned at her and nodded, "Aye, Lissa! Though I could care see a lot more!"

She shook her head ruefully at him and he took it to mean he'd leveled up into an adventurer in her eyes and was no longer to be treated dismissively. Perhaps she expected him to tip lavishly from his share of the loot? He resolved to do so as she moved off. Things were certainly looking up for him. Tymora truly does favor the bold!

He'd been getting to his feet with that last thought and almost the instant he'd invoked the goddess of luck, his foot slipped and his face collided with the table. Stunned he slumped to the floor for a few moments, nursing his bruised face and hearing a weirdly familiar feminine laughter in the back of his head.

Then deceptively strong hands were jerking him back to his feet and a laughing Milla was in his face, her bulging bosom squashing against his chest, "Can't hold your ale, young thief? You'd best head upstairs and oooh!" Jax gasped as the half-elf's hand lightly brushed across his still throbbing erection and her smile grew huge and he was suddenly being spun and pushed through the tables to the stairs, "Oh Yes indeed! That is the place for you! Tee hee!"

Jax made to refuse but his head was still fuzzy and the bard was really quite insistent. Excitement bubbled up as he got the impression that perhaps she was intending on bedding him herself. In the background he heard Connerad grunt, "Lass, you know Gamla and-"

"Shhhh! I know! I know" giggled Milla and Jax was manhandled up the stairs.

Outside the group's door the twins were seated cross-legged both poring over the same weighty tome held between them. Seeing them there seemed to make Milla even more excited and Jax hoped it meant the room was empty for their possible tryst.

Then rather abruptly the door was thrown open and he was shoved in.