both sisters notice

"Uh, I'm not sure ... I mean ..." Wyatt stammered.

"What's the issue?" asked Damien, completely unfazed by literally everything.

"Damien, I --" Kayla began. But Damien wasn't listening. He had returned to the video console and through the on-screen commands, called up another video. This one happened to be in a sauna, and as Kayla examined it, it looked like it was mostly (or entirely?) men.

"Hm?" Damien sighed, not making eye contact with Kayla. "Look, darlings, all of you with your hetero quasi puritanical ways ... I thought I'd be opening your eyes to new ways to see the world. And instead, you're still just so hung up on each other in weird ways."

"Nothing weird about this bitch!" Kat cried, indicating herself. "I'm ready to partay!" She eyed Wyatt up and down. "We could rock it right now, you know."

Damien sighed again. "I'm going to watch this for a stretch. Hopefully you all can get whatever this is out of your system. Otherwise, it's just a little embarrassing for me to keep holding your hands like a babysitter."

Kat, Kayla, and Wyatt all stared at each other. Each, in their own way, was **** to glare openly at the others' nudity. It was as if they were forcing themselves to make strong eye contact just to avoid looking at breasts, pubic hair, genitalia.

"This is dumb," said Kat. "Why are we avoiding this?"

"Avoiding what?" said Wyatt.

"We're three healthy, horny people, and we should just own it and prove to bathhouse boy Damien over there that we can rise to his standards!"

Kayla was dubious. "How? What do you think we're going to do here ... like, screw each other?"

Kat smirked. She didn't reply verbally, but she looked down at Wyatt for the first time and focused her attention on his dick. It was sticking straight out, hard as a rock.

Wyatt saw where her eyes were focused, but struggled to hide what was obvious. As he squirmed, flustered, Kayla looked down and saw the same thing that had excited Kat.

"Wyatt!" Kayla hissed. "Are you ... is that a ...?"

"Yeah," said Kat playfully. "He's fucking packed and ready to play."

"Is it from the video?" asked Kayla. "Or is it ... is it because of us?"

Wyatt looked at Kayla, her pale skin, her blue eyes. "I mean," he began, "would it be so bad if I got turned on looking at you?"

Kayla blushed. Kat said, "Fuck, no. If you look at this and don't get hard, I'd worry."

Wyatt chuckled a bit. "So yeah. You're both really hot. I mean really fucking sexy."

From across the room, Damien quietly mumbled, "don't hide your fantasy, darlings."

"What's that?" said Wyatt.

Damien turned to them. "Don't deny yourself. You want honestly? Clarity? Understanding? Live your truths. All of them." He returned to watching the scene in the sauna.

"Live our truths?" said Kayla. "What does that mean?"

Wyatt swallowed, nervous about what he thought he might say. "I think it means to let go of inhibitions and barriers and just do what you do."

Kayla looked at him. Wyatt was a little excited, a little anxious, a little confused, and he was trying to mask it all.

"Look, if you're just going to fucking talk all night, then nothing's going to happen. It's just sex, who fucking cares?" Kat was not in this for the conversation. "Let's fucking go!" She flung her arms around Wyatt and mashed her face against his, a wet and sloppy kiss that gradually turned into something quite arousing for both of them.

"Kat!" Kayla exclaimed.

"You want some?" her sister replied. "I don't think he'll say 'no.'"

Wyatt turned to look at Kayla again. Shyly, and with his eyes down, he replied, "I won't." He reached a hand out to Kayla and pulled her toward him. His hand roamed behind her, stroking her back, the sides of her stomach. Wyatt could feel her skin getting flush and hotter as he touched her. He pulled her tighter, and simultaneously gripped her ass with one hand and engaged her in a deep kiss. Whereas with Kat, the kiss was messy and rough, with Kayla it was tender and strong.

Kayla gasped for breath. "Wow." She looked at Wyatt again, and dove back in for a second kiss. This time, she wrapped her arms around him.

At the same time, Kat reached a hand down and took hold of Wyatt's dick and squeezed it. "Oh man, this is what I came here for." Kat lowered herself into a squat, and without hesitation, took Wyatt's cock in her mouth. Kayla held his face in her hands, continuing to make out with him, not letting him turn away.

Wyatt, in the best of both worlds, continued to fondle Kayla's body as they kissed. His hands roamed her ass, her soft, plump, warm ass. He gripped her cheeks in his large hands, feeling the firmness of her muscles, the strength of her legs as she rose on tiptoes to kiss him.

Wyatt's heart was pounding. The blowjob he was getting from Kat was intense and incredible -- clearly she knew what she was doing. And the kissing with Kayla was almost as erotic and arousing, even if it was also clear that she did not know what she was doing.

Kat slid her mouth off Wyatt dick for a moment. "So ... which one of us do you want to fuck first?"