A discussion

Post-nut clarity is a bitch. As soon as you see them sitting there, you know you made a mistake in inviting Ana over. You intended to "seal the deal" while Nadia was open to it, but now you realize that it is too much, too soon. You have to divert them somehow. Delay them. This isn't the way you wanted this to happen.

"Lev, welcome home!" Nadia beams, as you step into the living room.

"Lev, good to see you again," Ana smiles.

Nadia pats the center seat of the couch, and you sit down between them. Nadia is wearing dark blue jeans and a lavender satin blouse. Ana is wearing her customary black jeans and a low-cut white v-neck. Both women are beautiful, as always.

"Awfully early, isn't it?" you say.

"Come on cousin, you invited me here. What's up?"

"Oh, he did? Not that I'm not enjoying your visit, but I wondered why you came here on a Saturday morning so early."

"Right, about that." Shit. What can you say? "I was -" You stutter and trail off.

"Come, Lev. Surely, you had a reason to invite this beautiful woman over?" your wife teases. She eyes Ana up and down. A faint blush grows on your cousin's cheeks in response.

"Well, Ana hasn't been over in so long. I thought we could catch up. What, we can't just hang out?"

Ana arches an eyebrow at you, but she says nothing. Nadia giggles and rests a hand on your thigh.

"Sure, dear. And did you have any plans for our 'hanging out,' or are we just watching TV?"

"How about we make breakfast together?" you suggest.

"I am hungry..." Ana says.

"Then it's settled. To the kitchen!"

You and Ana follow Nadia to the kitchen. You catch your cousin shooting you a bemused look, but you say nothing. You hope that the diversion will stem any conversation - for now.

Once in the kitchen, Nadia starts pulling pots and pans from cabinets, and ingredients from the refrigerator. Ana is assigned to the stove, while you are assigned to the countertop - preparing and chopping the food. Minutes later, the three of you are cracking jokes while the smell of sizzling bacon and scrambled eggs fills the air. Nadia moves between the two of you, assisting where she can. Her hands linger on you, touching the small of your back, guiding your hands. You think she is being sweet until you realize she is doing the same thing to Ana.

Okay, maybe this wasn't the best idea. A shade of red refuses to leave Ana's face, and you recognize a now familiar glint in Nadia's eyes. A faint murmur echoes from the two girls, their whispers barely audible over the sizzling food. A giggle.

And you know it is too late - they're already set on a path that you created. Asked for. You feel a hand on your waist. Ana's. Another on your shoulder. Nadia's.

They pull you, together, between them. Both girls stand to either side of you, their eyes burning. Lusting. Nadia has already done her work, despite your feeble efforts to stop it. As if she had to do anything, anyways. Everyone is on board here, except for you. And even you're wanting it, in the end.

Nadia kisses you. Unlike your kiss with Donna, your mind is clear. Your heart is pounding. Her touch is intoxicating.

Her lips leave yours and her hand grabs your jaw. Your head turns. Ana kisses you.

Despite your odd desire to avert what is happening, you feel yourself being drawn into the moment. You find their waists and pull them close. Their breasts press against you, and your cock roars in delight. Ana's lips break from yours, and she faces Nadia - they kiss. A soft, exploring kiss that you know is only the start of what will come next. Neither girl says anything. Nadia's hands roam along Ana's side, caressing her arm and waist. Your hands drift to their rears, both girls smiling as you give them a soft squeeze.

Nadia moves past Ana and turns the stove off. The food is forgotten. Her hands snake around Ana's waist from behind, slowly climbing to her chest, as her lips find your cousin's neck. Ana whimpers, her face blushing and her brow already shining with sweat - from either the heat of the stove or the moment, you don't know.

Nadia whispers something into her ear, and your cousin smiles. Her hands find their way to your pants. They hit the floor, and your cock springs free. Both girls eye it hungrily, and their hands reach to grab it, sending a shock careening down your spine. They sink to the floor, Nadia's hands having gone back to exploring Ana's body - her breasts, her ass. She teases every inch of the girl, and then guides Ana's hands to your cock. The image of your wife teasing Ana is delicious, and you give into it. Just as they begin to stroke it in earnest, together, you hear a voice behind you, from the hallway.

"Daddy? What the fuck?!"

Your eyes dart back to see Karina standing there in her pajamas, Mia beside her. Their eyes are wide, mouths agape. Your daughter seethes with anger - her face is contorted in shock and revulsion, and you know her jealousy is burning white-hot.

With a certain sense of relief and a mounting sense of horror, you break away from your wife and cousin and quickly pull your pants back to your waist.