Blended TML Ch 22

Mary comes to with a slight headache, a dry mouth, and an urgent need to pee. She climbs out of the twin bed, as mindful as she can about not bumping into things to wake Piper. She feels her way through the dark instead of reaching for her phone or turning on a light, and makes it to the bathroom without tripping.

Piper assured her that things will look different in the morning, and Piper’s almost certain to be right, to a point. But it isn’t morning yet. Bleary and miserable, Mary has no choice but to sit with her negativity in the little bathroom that she never liked very much, although drinking a couple of little paper cups of water afterward helps quite a bit.

She shuffles back to the room, pausing when she hears something from downstairs. Still not fully awake, and not wanting to be, she shakes her head and pads on. The hallway lamp gives enough light to see by, and she opens the door just enough to slip through—yet it’s also enough to see that Piper’s bed is empty.

Mary frowns. A moment goes by. She looks toward the stairs.

Time is being wasted for no reason. There is no universe in which Mary can go back to sleep without knowing why people are still up, where Piper is, and if she’s OK. She considers putting something on, but the houseguests have already seen her in a bikini. She’s more covered now with an undershirt on.

Halfway down the stairs, the sounds are identifiable as hushed voices, excited breathing, and bedsprings. It’s not exactly rocket science. It’s Piper’s absence from her bed that is unresolved. Although that might not be the only thing that keeps Mary’s bare feet moving as she crosses to the half-open door, stepping over Piper’s discarded bikini top. The lights are on in the master bedroom, which might be the most terrifying thing of all. When was the last time Mary did it with the lights on?

She peeks.

Brise, shinier than ever now that she’s covered in perspiration, is spread naked on her back on the bed.

Piper kneels between her legs, thrusting into her at an energetic pace that is as confident as it is rhythmic. Even a little authoritative.

Katya stands on the bed beside her, huge erection in her hand, watching and stroking.

They’re all naked, and Mary’s eyes and brain don’t know where to start. Brise looks like she’s being fucked on a cloud floating through the sky; eyes closed, mouth open, smiling big. Piper’s concentrating, and Mary’s mouth is dry again as Katya brings her big dick over to Piper’s face.

Piper licks and kisses the side of the shaft, still doing her part with her hips. Katya plays with her hair and moans softly. Brise’s fingers with their over-the-top nails pluck at her gleaming nipple bars, and Mary cannot move.