Pipper, the Third Sister of Debauchery

If they weren't sore and bruised, Phoebe and Prue would have thought it was a pornographic dream, but no, it was true, and they were just waiting to succumb to it again.

They went down to the kitchen where Pipper must have been, as usual, preparing breakfast. When they arrived, everything was ready, and Prue rushed over to her sister, almost tearing off her dressing gown and nightie.

• PRuuue screamed Pipper, who, thrown onto the large table, spilling a good portion of breakfast, yet let it happen as if she'd never been waiting for anything else.

Prue, without releasing her embrace, whispered incoherent words in Piper's ear, who, with her eyes closed, gave in to this burning desire. Phoebe, who remained in the doorway, watched them with growing excitement, her heart pounding. She finally approached, her trembling hands brushing Prue's back, who, without hesitation, pulled her closer. The trio, lost in their passion, forgot everything—the spilled breakfast, the torn dressing gowns, the muffled screams.

The incubus in her domain smiled at the debauchery now unleashed at the Halliwells. Prue took the honey and poured it over Pipper's chest, inviting Phoebe to join her in licking and nibbling at their sister's skin and nipples.

Phoebe's lips gently brushed against Piper's skin, while Prue, with trembling hands, poured more honey over their sister's shoulders, tracing golden lines that shimmered in the dim kitchen light. Piper's panting breaths mingled with Prue's passionate murmurs, creating an erotic melody that filled the room. Even crueler, Phoebe left teeth marks on her sister's flesh, who moaned with equal pleasure each time.

While the honey still dripped onto Piper's burning skin, Prue sat up, her eyes shining with desire. She cupped Piper's face in her trembling hands and pulled her towards her, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Prue and Piper's bodies curled against each other, the honey spreading even more over their bodies, making a sound of urination.

Pipper began to rake her nails over Prue's back, making her back arch with delight. Pipper knew her sister's self-destructive streak and her thirst for repentance in pain; she fully intended to satisfy it.

Phoebe, her eyes shining with desire, moved closer, her lips brushing Piper's shoulder while Prue, with a consuming passion, continued to explore every inch of their sister's skin. Honey, now mingled with perspiration, formed golden rivulets that flowed along the curves of their bodies.

Phoebe, letting her voyeuristic inclinations run wild, sat on a chair and used her fingers to masturbate her vagina and tease her clitoris, licking herself perversely at her sisters' debauchery while Prue unceremoniously pushed her fingers into Piper's vagina, which arched to accommodate her.