Evening Hijinks

Author's note: Fair warning, this one goes a little farther into the sex territory than I usually do (oh no, not that! This is a family story!). Nothing over the top, but for anyone used to my style of writing, it may be a little different.

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You sit on the couch listening to the faint sounds of conversation coming from the bedroom. You can't make out the words but you can understand the tone. Mostly it's a heavy, distraught tone but every once in a while, you hear giggling. It reminds you of how some people deal with grief when remembering a lost loved one. You realize in a way, that's exactly what they're doing. Though Melanie isn't dead, if you can't pull this off, she may as well be.

You start mentally planning the next days events. How are you going to approach the guy? Will he ask a lot of questions? Are you a good enough liar to pull it off? Will he remember anything? Will he ask for something else instead? Will he figure it out and keep Melanie for himself? Is the guy even still alive?

You bolt straight up.

"Shit" You mutter to yourself.

The last time you saw the guy he was in cardiac arrest. At least, that's the only medical terminology you know from TV. Either way, it wasn't good. You pull out your phone and start googling how to check on a patient in the hospital. As you scroll, your hopes get lower and lower. Aside from not knowing the guys actual name, even if you did, HIPPA laws prevent almost anyone from accessing records. You realize you've got two options: go to the hospital posing as family again and asking about him, or going to the address and hoping the magic of the card shows his current location and not just where he resides. You decide to go with option 2 and toss your phone to the side. you lean back and close your eyes, mind still racing. You're so lost in thought, you don't notice the chatter in the other room has gone silent.

"Brad?"

You jump as you hear Maisie's voice, eliciting a giggle from all three of them.

Wait, all of them? You open your eyes and can only determine you're dreaming and lay back down.

Maisie, Ellie and Holly all burst into laughter. You open your eyes again and rub your eyes.

"What are you girls doing?" You ask, astonished.

In front of you stand the girl of your dreams, her cousin (also hot) and her sister (beyond hot). Maisie is wearing just a plain beige bra and white cotton panties, likely what she's been wearing all day. Ellie is wearing a sheer pink nightgown that leaves little to the imagination and Holly. Oh man, Holly. Holly is wearing a light blue lace bra with flower patterns accentuating her perky breasts. The straps come down from her shoulders and frame the upper ridges while the lace flowers skirt around the bottom. The curves seem to direct your eyes down to a matching pair of panties with what you can only describe as a skirt despite it being so short it doesn't even cover the lace panties underneath. Whatever you were thinking a moment ago is gone and you're doing everything in your power to think with the right head.

"Like what you see?" Maisie giggles.

"I..uh..yeah" you manage to get out, "But what are you doing?"

"We got to talking and realized as stressful as this whole thing is for us, it must be even harder for you" Holly says calmly.

You notice she is choosing her words carefully, almost calculated. She's trying to not show how nervous she is, but why?

"Uh...huh. so you decided to come out and tease the living hell out of me?"

"Well, not exactly" Ellie says playfully.

You raise an eyebrow but don't say anything.

Maisie chimes in, "It's more than just a tease! We are offering one of us, but only one. But you get to choose!"

"Alright, I'll bite. What's the catch?" you say warily.

"No catch!" Maisie jumps in.

"Actually, the catch is you have to let which ever one of us you pick lead, no commands. We want to see if you can handle it."

Holly's tone is much more measured but you see something in her eyes. Is it excitement? Fear?

"So, when you say 'offering' you mean..."

"Sex, dummy!" Maisie interrupts.

"Or at least getting you off, maybe not necessarily sex" Ellie clarifies.

Without a moment's hesitation you jump in, "Holly. but privately. We'll need the bedroom."

You watch Holly's face carefully and see it fall for just the briefest of moments before lighting back up.

"Awww man" Maisie groans, "I wanted to use the blowjob command he left in place!"

Holly perks up and turns to you, "you can still change your mind".

"No, my mind's made up." you say.

"Well alright then, follow me"

Holly grins and reaches out her hand, which you happily take and follow her into the bedroom and close the door behind you. Holly walks around you and clicks the lock into place.

"Remember" Holly starts, "no commands. Let me lead."

Holly pushes you back onto the bed and starts doing what she counts as a strip dance. Seeing as she's never done one before it's clumsy but definitely getting the job done. Your eyes follow her hands as they run up her thighs, across her stomach and over her breasts as she leans back and arches into her hands. She traces along her body as she moves closer to you. As she uses her legs to climb on the bed, she reaches around and unclasps her bra but doesn't let it slide off. She holds it up with one hand as her other hand guides yours up to her breast. With her left hand over yours, she starts kneading her breast with your hand. Once she's satisfied you know what to do, she let's your hand continue as her right arm drops long enough to let the thing fabric fall away then moves your hand to the other side and lets it drop to the floor. She reaches down and grabs your shirt and pulls it over your head in one smooth motion. She tosses it aside and puts both hands on your chest and right before she pushes you down you catch a glimpse of something in her eyes. She glances down at your now very noticeable erection straining through your jeans and starts running her fingers along it. It doesn't take long for her to find your zipper and undo it. She tries to pull your pants off and hits her first snag.

"I uh, I need you to lift up" she says almost clinically.

You do as she commands and she pulls your jeans and underwear down in one motion, letting your erection spring free. She runs her fingers across your bare skin then stands up and slowly, almost painfully slowly, peels off her panties. She climbs back onto you and lines herself up.

"Stop" you say.

She either doesn't hear you or is choosing to ignore you.

"Hold on" you say reaching up to stop her.

She looks down into your eyes and the playfulness is gone, replaced by something else.

"Let me make you feel good" She almost begs.

"Alright, enough. Holly, stop for a second would ya?"

Instantly she freezes in place. Unfortunately for you, she froze right as your tip had started rubbing against her perfect little opening, driving you crazy with lust.

"I said no commands" She seethes.

It takes all your will power but you climb out from under her and pull your underwear back on, choosing to forego the jeans for the moment.

"Holly, you are free to move around again." you say.

She does and sits on the bed.

"What's going on with you? This isn't you. Is this because you think you have to? Are you forcing yourself to do this so I don't someday decide to force you instead?" There's no malice in your voice, only concern.

Holly looks like she's about to say something but instead breaks down into tears.

"How did you know?" She manages between sobs.

"Because we've had this conversation before. I will never force you to do this, curse or no curse."

"But how are you resisting?"

"You girls sure don't make it easy, that's for sure."

"Why did you pick me if you knew?"

"Because I had to get you alone. Would you have told me in front of the others?"

She slowly stops crying and shakes her head.

"You're perfect" She says once she's calmed down.

"No, I'm far from it" you say calmly.

Holly looks down and smiles, "No more commands?"

"No more" you reply.

With that she lunges toward you with renewed lust. She pulls down your underwear and pauses.

"Wait, one command. Give me what you gave Maisie" Holly says nervously.

"Which one?"

"Make me feel it as though you were in my pussy when I give you a blowjob"

No need to question there, "Holly, from now on whenever you have my penis in your mouth, it will feel as though it was in your pussy at the same depth and angle"

She grins mischievously, "Oh that was sneaky"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" you ask

Holly’s face burns with a heat so intense she feels lightheaded. Her heart thunders, a frantic rhythm against her ribs, as she stares at you, her eyes wide and swimming with a mix of terror and desperate, aching desire. She has only ever watched from a distance, she always imagined being this close, this... used. With trembling hands, she reaches out, her fingertips grazing you with feather-light uncertainty before she leans in. She closes her eyes, her long lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks, and slowly, tentatively, she takes you into the warmth of her mouth. She focuses entirely on you, her movements clumsy and hesitant at first, but driven by an overwhelming need to please, her tongue swirling around you with a soft, rhythmic devotion that she hopes will be enough.

You groan.

Holly gasps at his sound, her heart leaping at the approval. Driven by a desperate need to be please you, she loses her hesitation. She wraps her small, trembling hands around the base, her eyes fluttering shut as she slides deeper, her tongue swirling rhythmically around the tip. She focuses on the heat and the texture, her throat tightening as she tries to take as much of you as possible, her movements becoming more urgent and rhythmic, her entire world narrowing down to the taste of you and the sound of your breath.

"I... I want to... make you feel good..." She whispers

"Oh fuck yeah, don't stop"

The raw intensity in your voice sends a fresh jolt of electricity through her, making her whole body shudder. Hearing you lose control, hearing that escape your lips, makes Holly feel powerful in a way she never thought possible. She is no longer just the quiet girl in the back of the room; she is the one providing this, the one causing this reaction. Driven by a frantic, almost manic desire to please you, she increases the pace. She uses her hands to stroke you in perfect sync with the movements of her mouth, her eyes squeezed shut as she focuses on the sensation of you pulsing against her tongue. She pushes herself harder, her breathing becoming heavy and ragged through her nose, her jaw aching slightly as she takes you deeper and deeper, determined to reach that peak you need. She lets out a muffled, needy whimper against you, her head bobbing rhythmically as she pours every ounce of her nervous, pent-up energy into the act.

"Holly, I'm gonna cu..."

Holly’s eyes snap open, wide and glazed with shock as she feels the sudden, violent surge of you. Before she can even process your warning, the warmth hits her, a thick, overwhelming deluge that fills her mouth and forces her to recoil. She gasps, a startled, choked sound, as she pulls back, but it's too late to catch it all. She watches, mesmerized and trembling, as the heat splashes across her cheeks, her chin, and spills down over the pale skin of her breasts, the stark white of her skin suddenly marked by you. She sits back on her heels, her chest heaving, her breath coming in ragged, uneven hitches. Her face is a mask of pure, unadulterated bewilderment, her eyes shimmering with tears of sensory overload. She feels the sticky, heavy warmth cooling on her skin, a physical manifestation of your release that makes her feel more connected to you than she ever thought possible. She looks down at herself, at the mess you've made of her, and a small, shaky sob escapes her throat—not of sadness, but of sheer, overwhelming intensity. She looks up at you, her lips parted and glistening, her expression one of complete, shattered orgasm.

"Holly, you ok?" you ask after finally coming down.

She's gasping for air.

"I...I've never....oh fuck that was good. It was like you were wrecking me in the best way possible every time I went deeper I FELT you...down there. I just...I need a minute"

After what feels like an eternity, the two of you get dressed and walk by a shocked Maisie and Ellie. No words to say. They heard it all. Their mouths hung open while they try to process what just happened. They didn't think Holly had it in her, or rather, that's exactly what they thought.

"Ladies" you say, "I'm spent. I appreciate all of you. Get some rest. Tomorrow is a big day."

You lay on the couch and fall asleep before your head hits the pillow.