Stop

"Stop, you're both going to seriously hurt me!" You gasp, wincing as their opposing forces pull painfully at your shaft. The pain forces honesty from your lips. "It wasn't intentional, Megan - it started when Samantha walked in on me... earlier... and I didn't do anything to encourage her, I swear. And then when we were watching the movie, you both just... started doing what you were doing at the same time. I didn't know how to not make it more awkward!" Megan's grip loosens fractionally, her furious gaze shifting from her sister's face to yours. Samantha's hand also eases, though she doesn't let go entirely. The tension in the room is thick enough to choke on.

"He's telling the truth," Samantha says, her voice low and defensive, but lacking the heat of Megan's accusation. "I walked in on him… jerking off in his room. I didn't say anything, I just left. But then during the movie, I felt… I don't know, bold, I guess. I thought maybe…" Her words trail off as she glances at Megan, a flicker of guilt in her eyes.

Megan's eyes narrow, the fire in them shifting from anger to something colder, more calculated. She releases your cock abruptly, leaving you with a dull ache.

"Get your hand off my husband," she says to Samantha, her voice icy and controlled. "Now."

Samantha flinches, pulling her hand back as if burned. She looks from Megan to you, her expression a mix of shame and lingering arousal, she hangs her head and leaves the room.

Megan stands up, smoothing down her shorts with a sharp, deliberate motion. She looks at you, her gaze hard. "We'll talk about this later," she says, her tone promising nothing good.