Dinner.

It's not long before your mom calls for dinner. Sarah jumps up, turning away to get dressed while you let Tiffany take her blindfold off.

You go downstairs first, followed by the girls who quietly sit at the table. The atmosphere in the kitchen is tense, and your mom is the first to break the silence. "What exactly did Tiiffany help you with in your bedroom, Sarah?"

Both girls fidget uncomfortably, not knowing what to say. "I think Sarah has a girlfriend," you say teasingly. Your mom looks like she's about to give her a lecture, so you hurry to keep talking. "Don't worry, I'm okay with it."

Sarah blushes and looks at Tiffany, who nods after a glance at you. "I did have have a lot more fun than I usually do at work thanks to you. Why don't I give you my number?"

With that awkwardness out of the way, the dinner conversation turns to more lighthearted matters and you get a chance to actually enjoy the food. It's a saucy pasta dish, pretty good but not out of this world. I wonder why that didn't work, you think. Maybe her cooking skills weren't affected because "favorite cook" means she's my favorite person who knows how to cook, which is already true? I should try rewriting it with a different phrasing tomorrow to see if that changes anything.

You're so lost in thought that you don't pay attention to the conversation, probably just the usual "interrogating my daughter's new lover" stuff parents have to do. After dinner Tiffany excuses herself and gives Sarah a peck goodbye, comically chaste considering her nose had been buried in your sister's snatch less than an hour ago. Once Tiffany is gone Sarah and you say goodnight to your mom and head upstairs.

Your sister is surprised when instead of going down the hall to your room, you follow her into hers. "What's up, Ryan? Do we need to go over the rules for what Tiffany and I can do with your you-know-what?"

"No, but it is about that. Sit down, let's talk."

Sarah plops onto her bed and gives you a worried look. "You're not going to forbid it are you? You said you were cool with me having a girlfriend."

"I'm not forbidding anything," you interrupt. "Watching you and Tiffany lezz it up was pretty hot, actually. Oh, speaking of lesbians: I said I'd tell you what's going on with Mrs O'Brien and Miss Rivers. Why don't we check in and see if they're still going at it first?"

"Check in... you mean that was live?"

"It sure was. Here, I'll show you." You launch the remote app on your phone and let her see the different options before pressing the button to access Kelly's camera again.

The scene has changed from this afternoon. Kelly is lying topless on the bed this time, with Miss Rivers sitting on her face. But unlike Tiffany earlier, Miss Rivers faces down so Kelly's head is still buried between her fat cheeks. Kelly is topless, and struggling feebly as Miss Rivers tries to get her out of her pants. Whenever Kelly gets too unruly Miss Rivers sits back to cut off her air supply and twists her nipples violently. They're already red and sore.

"Holy shit. That is so hot! And this is happening right now?" It seems your sister has a sadistic side. "Actually, tell me later, I have a more important request. Is there any chance you'll let me touch your pussy one more time today? I know I already came twice, but then you go showing me stuff like this."

"I don't know, sis. Do you think you can get off without touching it if I leave my phone here so you can keep watching?"

"Fuck, I don't know. I'm worked up enough that I might be able to get there with just my nipples, but that never gives me a satisfying orgasm. It just makes me hornier."

"But you can do it?" You don't give in, and she nods. "Then it'll have to be enough. You can make yourself cum however you want before school tomorrow, but don't touch my pussy until then."

"Aww man. How am I supposed to sleep tonight when I'm so turned on?"

"I dunno, try thinking about your new girlfriend," you grin. "Tiffany has permission to touch it whenever she wants, so you have something to look forward to if you ask her out. That thought might help you sleep better. Sweet dreams, sis!"

"Yeah... sweet dreams Ryan."