Time to finally check in on Elisa and Sis Larisa

Elisa, the hot brunette you put through a few brutal 'rathers' earlier, is not necessarily on your side here. From making her lick up your cum to forcing her to tell tall tales about you to her little sis Larisa, she has plenty of Reasons. You know she has a boyfriend, and perhaps more importantly, she was actively calling you a pervert motherfucker when you last finished 'rescuing' her, so even with the power of your questions, your hold on her is tenuous at the moment.

Larisa, however, the toned tight little sister, is probably in love with you, and if not, is at least impressed. As you walk up to the front door of their brownstone, you wonder, will you have to deal with Elisa to get at her Sis? Can the love you instilled with your question be counteracted by a ridiculous story about a pervy guy with magical persuasive powers?

The door opens when you're still a few steps away. It's Elisa. She's changed out of her track suit from earlier, taken a shower, and put on some comfy sweats and a camisole. "Hey, thank you for rescuing me, earlier, but, listen, I don't know if I can handle company right now. It's been a fucked up day. My sister, though, is clearly into you. Do you think..." but you've closed the distance to the doorway, and you're not interested in whatever she's about to say. You've had a while to think about what to say to this chick when you saw her again.

"Shhh, Elisa, I hear you, and I just wanna know, would you rather be dedicated, as a first priority over all others, to me and your sister Larisa hooking up and having hot sex, or fall in love with me yourself even worse than your sister did?"

You have had backfires, confusing results, unintended consequences, really all kinds of distractions since first hearing Elisa's phone earlier today on campus, but these two hot brunette sisters will soon be yours. You've run this one through your head more than a few times, and either she goes on hating you while still pushing her sister right onto your dick, or she wants the dick herself bad enough to have them fighting over it. You smile as you watch the beleaguered Elisa practically start to cry, as she contemplates the awful situation.

After a couple seconds, though, your own smile is fading. Usually, no matter how upset, angry, or resistant they are, people pick within a few seconds. That, or something goes wrong. You don't get how something could go wrong though, this time. There are two distinct options! They're not really imbalanced, and...well you don't know any other rules besides those from your testing so far! Even impossibilities have been manifest or inexplicable magic has been cast through your dichotomous scenarios. What could be wrong with such a simple little question?

"I can't pick, I can't pick, I can't pick, I..." she slumps against the doorway, withering. "...can't..." She drops to her knees. Nice cleavage. "...pick." But she has to. You know she has to. She, while perhaps unsure why, knows she has to. She looks up at you, her unmade-up face wilted and her deep, pretty eyes watery.

Her lips slowly part, and she pours out the words slowly, like syrup. "I choose both."

Even as you're still trying to process her words, her deflated frown begins to shift to a quivering snivel. "I choose both," she says. She slowly stands, blinking her teary eyes and trying to smile. "So," she reaches out and takes your hand, "so come on inside, you pervy motherfucker."

She draws you into the apartment, and in the living room, sitting on the couch in hip hugger jeans and a tiny little crop top under a loose, open flannel, is Larisa, six-pack very intentionally exposed for your attention. Her smiling face is made-up, lips glossed since the last time you saw her.

Both of these sisters are in love with you. You just broke Elisa so hard she picked both options just to be done with it all. Unsure how you got to this point with her exactly, you wouldn't know how to try it again, but if anything, this teaches you to just fucking go for it.

Elisa shoves you onto the couch next to her hot little sister. "Fuck, you too get to know each other while I put on some clothes. I just hadn't planned on hanging out tonight, is all," she says, a tear running down her cheek as she turns and walks into a bedroom.

"Hey, sup, John," says Larisa, "um, don't worry about her, she had a really hard... well, you know, you rescued her." She bites her lip and puts her hand on your knee. "I'm glad to see you again. Do you..."

You have pretty much lost patience for other people's questions at this point, your own questions being the only ones that really matter any more. Still, you don't interrupt the fit little beauty with a 'would you rather'. Instead, you just lean in for a kiss.

Larisa, with a soft smile, actually sighs. Her slippery lips taste like springtime and she leans in to return the embrace, pushing her breath into you, reaching her palm and fingers around your thigh, pressing the contours of her face into yours like a puzzle. You both reach out and pull each other closer, your hand under her flannel, feeling the firm flesh of her smooth little waist. "Mmmmmmm," she moans lightly in the quiet room, and rolls onto her side on the couch, pressing the length of her body against you.

You feel each other inside and out for a minute or two, and then, Elisa walks in. "Oh," she says, as she bursts into soft tears, "good, you two are..." but she's weeping too much to finish the sentence.

It kinda makes you wanna laugh. If you weren't already hard from Larisa straight up grabbing your crotch through your pants, you might still have an evil boner just from seeing how badly this is messing with Elisa. Either way, though, the kiss is broken, and Larisa may be in love with you, but she isn't happy her sister is so torn up about it. She jumps up off the couch to comfort her big sister, and you just lean back watch her tight little booty as she does, still tasting her sweet lips on your mouth.

"Sis, Elisa, come on," she says, putting her arm around her older sister's shoulders and pulling her in close.