New arrangements

Sadie finished with a last lingering drag of her cunt along his thigh, kissed the tip of his untouched cock once—just enough to make it jump—and hopped off the table.

“Your turn, Lila.”

Lila was already waiting with a warm, steaming bath drawn in the big master tub. She helped John in like he was something precious, then stepped in after him, completely naked, heavy tits swaying. The water rose around them as she settled on her knees between his legs.

She didn’t reach for a washcloth.

Instead she cupped her full breasts, dipped them into the water, and began washing him with them—soft, soapy, deliberate. She dragged the warm weight of her tits across his chest, over his shoulders, down his arms, letting the nipples catch and drag against his skin. When she leaned in to clean his neck and collarbones she simply pressed the soft mounds against him and moved in slow circles, the slippery heat of her body doing all the work.

And she kissed him.

Long, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses that lasted minutes at a time. Tongues sliding, spit shared, soft wet sounds filling the steamy bathroom while her breasts kept moving over him like living sponges. Every time he tried to deepen it or reach for her she only smiled into the kiss and kept the same unhurried pace—cleaning, caressing, never once wrapping a hand or her pussy around the cock that now stood stiff and aching between them.

She washed his stomach the same way, tits gliding lower and lower until the soapy undersides brushed the base of his shaft… then deliberately moved away again. She cleaned his thighs, his calves, even his feet, always returning to those long, filthy make-out sessions that left both of them breathing hard and the water around them faintly cloudy with her own arousal.

By the time she finally had him stand so she could rinse him off, John’s body felt transformed. The deep muscle aches had eased under the heat and the constant soft attention. His skin no longer felt raw. Energy was slowly seeping back into his limbs.

His cock, on the other hand, was raging—dark, veined, and leaking steady clear precum into the bathwater, so hard it hurt.

Lila looked down at it, then up at his face, and gave him the same knowing little smile Sadie had worn earlier. She leaned in for one more deep, tongue-heavy kiss, let her soapy tits slide one last time along the underside of his shaft without ever properly touching it, and whispered against his lips:

“Almost ready for us again.”

She stepped out first, water cascading down her curves, and held out a towel—leaving her desperately hard, carefully edged brother standing in the tub with a cock that was more than ready to be put back to work.

Sadie and Lila closed in on either side of him the moment he stepped out of the bathroom.

Soft, heavy breasts pressed against his arms and chest from both directions. Warm, wet tongues traced the shells of his ears in slow, synchronized strokes. At the same time they each took one of his hands and guided it between their thighs so his fingers sank into two dripping, silky cunts. They ground against his palms in lazy circles, coating him, while their mouths kept working at his ears and their tits kept sliding over his skin—continuing the careful edging without ever touching his aching cock.

John’s breath came rough. His neglected shaft stood dark and rigid, leaking steadily.

Then the office door opened.

Maya stepped out.

She was wearing the sluttiest secretary outfit any of them had ever seen—tight white blouse unbuttoned almost to the navel, black micro-skirt that barely covered the underside of her ass, sheer black stockings, and heels that forced her into a permanent slight arch. No bra. No panties. The fabric looked one deep breath away from giving up entirely. Even seasoned porn actresses would have raised an eyebrow.

Lila’s voice was low and almost ceremonial against John’s ear as she continued grinding on his hand.

“Today’s meal is Maya’s cunt. All day. She’s yours until midnight.”

Sadie gave his other hand one last wet squeeze, then both older sisters steered the two of them firmly into the office. The door shut. The lock clicked with finality.

Maya spun around, eyes wide.

“Wait—what? Lila, today was supposed to be—”

Lila’s voice came through the door, calm and a little smug.
“We changed the order. You’re the one carrying the company right now. You get the first full day as a reward. Teasing and casual skinship are still free for everyone, but actual fucking is yours until tomorrow. Have fun.”

Footsteps retreated down the hall.

Maya turned back to John.

He stood there completely naked, cock obscenely hard and wet at the tip, eyes dark with a full morning of deliberate edging. No sweatpants to hide behind. No desk between them yet. Nothing that would force him to go slow.

Maya’s throat worked. A visible shiver ran through her. The carefully planned rotation, the responsible big-sister logic, the fact that she hadn’t even been consulted—all of it collided with the sight of her dangerously wound-up brother and the sudden knowledge that she was locked in with him for the next twelve-plus hours.

She took one small step back on the heels.

John took one step forward.

The slutty little secretary outfit suddenly felt like the thinnest, most useless paper in the world.