For Sore Eyes

I always thought the term 'optical illusion' was a bit of a misnomer. Illusions occur when the eyes send a message to the brain and your brain can't understand that the fuck it says, so it just sort of guesses. That's on the brain, not the eyes, the eyes are doing their job properly. Then again, I suppose the brain comes up with names for things, so it's probably happy to shift the blame.

Still, it explains a lot about how certain sights affect us, given that our brains sometimes just don't believe what the eyes are seeing. For example, it's hard to wrap your head around the view of your sister topless on a bed, making out with your cousin, who's clad only in her underwear.

I moved to Marie's chair to give them more space, and Poppy took the opportunity to sit on my lap. I would be worried about getting an erection and her feeling it, but then I think that's why she did it, so no point letting it bother me.

Marie's mouth moves down to Rosie's left nipple, pulling a moan from my sister's mouth. "You suck my tits almost as well as your Mum." She smiles, sounding more reverential than mocking. I can hear Marie giggle in response, apparently not offended by the comparison.

"Does... It actually feel that good?" Poppy asks timidly, transfixed by the display in front of us. I have no way of knowing, being a man, but it sure seems like girls enjoy their nipples being played with... At least when I do it.

Rosie's moans turn to a confused face at our sister's question. "Pops, do you not play with your tits when you're touching yourself?" She asks in response, to which Poppy gives a silent shake of her head. "Oh, little sister, you are missing out, you've gotta learn the joys of a woman's body, bet you've never put a finger in your arse either."

Poppy looks down in silence, I know Rosie's just trying to teach her, but she's probably feeling a bit judged right now. "Don't act like you're some sex god, you were a virgin until recently too!" I smirk.

"Yeah, but you took care of that, didn't you?" She answers smarmily. "Marie here too." She adds, pulling our cousin up from her chest to kiss her again, while she reaches round to undo her bra. Marie takes the cue to remove her knickers too, tossing them off the bed.

All of a sudden, Marie pushes Rosie onto her back, before moving herself over her head and lowering her pussy down. "I figured sitting on your face would shut you up." Marie moans, as Rosie sets to work devouring her. I've gone down on girls, but it's definitely a different experience to just watch, enjoy all the little reactions, admire their bodies...

Well, there's that erection I predicted, the sudden stiffness seems to be noticed by Poppy, as she shifts herself slightly, before turning to whisper to me. "Seems like you're enjoying it." Hard to deny with my dick this hard. "Would you... Want to see me do that... One day?" She asks quietly. The image is so vivid, it's impossible to prevent my immediate answer.

"I'd love that... Only if you'd be comfortable, though. Only when you want to." I reassure her. Poppy seems to ponder my answer as our eyes turn back to Marie, who's now grinding on our sister's face.

"Fuck... Fuck yeah, keep going, Rosie... I'm so close." She groans, and sure enough, within a few minutes she's shaking and spasming while she grabs her tits tightly. "Oh shit... So good."

Marie dismounts Rosie and leans down to kiss her again, who responds by wrapping her arms around Marie... Really passionately, like she's excited to taste her lips again. The two embrace on the bed, and Rosie whispers something in Marie's ear.

As if, having agreed to a plan, Rosie rolls over and climbs to her hands and knees, while Marie moves behind her. Looks like Rosie asked her to eat her out from behind, maybe so she could look us in the eyes? Hard to say.

"I'm surprised you two aren't at least touching yourselves." Rosie grins, before gasping as Marie's tongue reaches her pussy. Poppy looks at me, it's hard to tell why, I'm not in the mood to jack off if that's what she's worried about... Then I realise.

She's asking for permission.

I smile and nod, receiving a thankful smile in return, before Poppy turns back to the action, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding her hand inside. I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't prefer her to take them off, but if this is how she feels best, it's definitely hot enough.

"Oh, fuck yeah, that's it, Poppy, finger yourself while you watch me get eaten out." Rosie states with a guttural voice. Maybe it's the sight of our seemingly innocent sister with her hand in her knickers, or maybe Marie's just that good, but either way, it doesn't seem like she's going to last long.

Speaking of not lasting long, the situation seems to be too much for Poppy, who's breathing is becoming more and more shallow. I witness her begin to orgasm, as she presses her face to mine, kissing me and finally letting out a low moan. This may be the hottest kiss of my entire life.

"Oh wow, we made Poppy come. Poppy came from watching-" Rosie moans before a sudden gasp cuts her off. Her reaction seems familiar... It's similar to Trish's when she got rimmed, does that mean Marie's playing with her arse. The sudden shock sends Rosie into a spiral, as she makes animalistic noises before shaking and collapsing on the bed from her orgasm.

Marie sits up, clearly pleased with herself. "You make fun of Poppy for not putting a finger in her arse, but when you get one, you can't help but come instantly? Hypocrisy, dear cousin." She laughs.

I don't think that's the definition of hypocrisy, but both of them seem too focused on restarting their make-out session to question it. Poppy rebuttons her jeans, before standing up, red-faced.

"That was... That was really cool." Poppy stammers, before heading to the door and exiting suddenly. The girls halt their kissing to look at me with concern, looks like we're all thinking the same thing, she's embarrassed, post-nut clarity is a bitch sometimes.

I stand up as well, my hard on now well under control. "I'll go talk to her." I decide, and head toward the door, she just needs to understand that we're not judging her, we all had a good time here. I reach for the door handle when a single word halts me.

"No." Rosie orders, standing up and looking around for her clothes. "I'll do it, I think it'd be better if a girl went, besides, I probably didn't help with all my dirty talk." She explains, pulling on her knickers.

She's got a point, I can't just magically fix stuff, if Rosie's the culprit, then it's better that she be the one to talk to Poppy. I nod towards a now dressed Rosie, letting her pass me to exit the room.

I think about leaving, but I'd probably worry if I went back to my room, instead, I turn to Marie.

"Fancy a game?"