Back at their room

John barely managed to catch Alice before she faceplanted into the dormitory hallway. "Careful," he muttered, adjusting his grip on her waist as she swayed like a sapling in a storm. Emma giggled against his other shoulder, her breath warm and citrus-sweet against his neck as she fumbled with the doorknob.

The door swung open to reveal a twin-bedded disaster zone—textbooks piled haphazardly, lacrosse gear strewn across the floor, and a lacy undergarment draped over the desk lamp. "Home sweet home," Emma declared with a dramatic flourish before tripping over her own cleats. She landed face-first on the nearest bed in a tangle of limbs and floral fabric, her skirt riding up to reveal the curve of her lace-clad backside.

John averted his eyes just as Alice stumbled past him, arms outstretched like a sleepwalker. "Pajamas," she announced solemnly before collapsing onto her own bed in a graceless heap. Her dress had twisted around her waist during the journey, leaving her long legs bare save for a pair of thigh-high socks that had slid down to her knees.

"Right," John said, edging toward the door. "I'll let you two—"

"Wait!" Emma's hand shot out, her fingers brushing his wrist. She blinked up at him with exaggerated innocence, her blue eyes glassy from vodka and mischief. "We can't reach the buttons." She gestured vaguely at the back of her dress, where a row of tiny pearl fasteners glinted accusingly.

John's fingers hovered over the first pearl button, the pad of his thumb brushing the warm skin between Emma's shoulder blades. "This is highly inappropriate," he muttered—more to himself than to the twins—as the clasp gave way beneath his trembling fingers. Emma sighed dramatically, her entire torso listing backward until her spine arched against his forearm. The second button slipped free with agonizing slowness, revealing inch after inch of flawless porcelain skin.

Alice rolled onto her stomach with a giggle, propping her chin on interlaced fingers as she watched. "You're *really* good at that," she murmured, her blue eyes tracking the progress of John's hands down her sister's spine. The fabric parted further with each undone clasp, pooling around Emma's waist like shed petals. John swallowed hard.

Emma's dress slithered down her arms with a whisper of fabric, catching briefly on the swell of her hips before puddling at her knees. She shivered theatrically—whether from the chill or his touch, John couldn't tell—her back still arched in that impossible curve. "Cold," she whimpered, pressing her bare shoulder blades against his chest. The lace of her bra straps crisscrossed over freckled skin, the bows at the center trembling with each breath.

John's fingers fumbled with Alice's dress buttons next, each tiny pearl popping free with a soft click that sounded deafening in the quiet dorm room. Alice twisted slightly beneath his touch, her breath hitching when his knuckles accidentally grazed the sensitive skin just above her bra clasp. The final button gave way, and Alice's dress slid down her body like water, pooling at her feet to reveal creamy thighs and a pair of lace panties that matched her sister's.

He turned just in time to see Emma stretch languidly across the opposite bed, completely bare beneath the dim dorm light. Her porcelain skin glowed faintly, her shaved pussy glistening with unmistakable arousal. One slender hand trailed down her stomach with deliberate slowness, her blue eyes locked onto his with a mixture of drunken boldness and something far more calculating.