Yes! Yeah! Yes.

She looks a lot like her sister – so much so it gives you pause. Three amber eyes, bright with mischief, bore into you. You have seen her wear the same expression on a wild night’s morn. Her dress disordered and rumpled – or she would wear no clothes at all. You’d stand in the door and watch her kick out her latest conquest, or not bother to hide her toys while she dressed herself.

You walk over to her, stiff-kneed and dazed. Your dick is rock-hard, and she opens for you. There was a time when the One-Eyed Captain would scold you if she found you in the mornings, in the arms of some girl – or inside her cunt. You used to ignore the teasing edge to her voice, and the Younger Dustwell does not tease.

Her gentle lips envelope your shaft and she showers sloppy kisses on your hardness. ”Fuckin’ nice.” She gives it another slurping lick and spreads her legs. You catch a glimpse of her sex, of tender fingers pushing her soiled panties aside, and of her hand working to dishevel the almost innocent dress. Spit and precum drip down to her naked leg and she gags. A long and frothy rope descends from the corner of her mouth, and she then sucks you back in.

Both sisters’ holes are slick with need, the Younger’s is a hungry void that closes to swallow up her knuckles. The older has squeezed her thighs together, grinding herself with clear desperation. Her coughing, rattling moan lures her sister away from your cock.

”Fuck the Saints.” She stands beside you, caressing your member with measured strokes. ”You’re just insatiable, you know that? Everyone’s so worried back home, and I haven’t come in days, but you want more and more. And our poor First Officer must be close to bursting, but you don’t care, do ya?”

”I...”

The Younger Dustwell gives an exaggerated sigh. ”Fine. C’mon.” She leads you back to the bed and slinks down, her head resting on the mattress. ”Get to it, then. My sister needs your fingers back inside, and I need – just fuck my throat already!”

Her hand guides you inside and has you hunched over the other. The sound of wet, gargled slurps fills the air. Your right hand finds the One-Eyed Captain, wet and willing, and your careful touch again makes her quiver. And she finds your left, her weak fingers tangled with yours and with her sister’s hair.

Both sisters come together.

The Younger from her own caresses, from frenzied flicks between her legs, and from your cock gagging her. She spits you out, screams, and stands, weak-legged, to watch her sister. To watch you and watch you work, and to watch her sister’s juices flow freely from the convulsing hole.

”Fuck.”

”Fu.....”

”Fuck me and fuck the Saints, oh I knew – oh, I wish...” The Younger Dustwell says, her voice is wistful and her hand is back on your cock. ”Cum on, First Officer. I wanna – she wants to feel you on her skin. Cover her. Paint her like a dockside whore!”

”Ye...” The One-Eyed Captain wheezes. ”YES!”

You do not need much encouragement. Soon white erupts from your tip, but the Younger sister does not slow her fevered strokes. She aims you just above the One-Eyed Captain’s sex and milks you until your red member shrinks in her palm, and until the last translucent drops stain the other’s bed and hospital gown.

”Well, well, well.” The Younger Dustwell bends over to clean you with her tongue. ”Looks like you needed that,” she says between licks and then helps you put your cock away. ”See you around, First Officer.”

The One-Eyed Captain smiles a weak farewell and you, worn out and tired, squeeze her fingers one more time before waving goodbye.

The last thing you see is your cum dripping from the older sister's abdomen and the movement of the Younger’s head.