A peace offering.

"Hey, John," Ciara said, red-faced, looking determinedly at the floor. I couldn't blame her for being uncomfortable. She'd just walked in to find me nude in bed covered only by a blanket tented by the erection I'd been using on her sister just moments ago.

"Um. Hi, I guess. Yvette, what's - what's going on?"

"Well..." Yvette was smiling, clearly enjoying her little sister's embarrassment. "The runt was still awake when I passed her by on her sofa, so I decided to tell her what she did to you - don't you give me that frown," she admonished, mock-glaring at me, "the child has to know the consequences of her actions. Anyway, she felt bad and we decided she should apologize to you personally."

I had some serious misgivings about this, but turned to Ciara, who was still blushing at the floor, and said kindly, "You don't have to do this, it's cool. Just because your sister's put you up to th-"

"Oh!" Ciara looked up, surprised. "No, no, she didn't talk me into it or anything. I felt bad. But just saying sorry isn't going to do anything I know so I thought, if Sis is okay with it... I thought... oh, you tell him!" She went crimson again.

Yvette laughed. "You're such a pussy. What she's trying to tell you, John, is that she wanted to help with your bruise. I think that's fair, right? Let's get started."

She sat onto the bed and slid towards me sensually, beckoning her sister forward. Ciara approached the bed hesitantly. I didn't understand what was happening and didn't want to let me imagination fill the blanks. "I'm not sure this is necessary, Yvette," I offered, lamely.

Ciara was the one who spoke. "It's okay, John. I know this is weird but trust me, I can help." She sat on the bed. I had a Black sister on either side of me and it wasn't a very big bed. Their bodies, one hot and the other cool, touched against mine. "The girls and I do mixed martial arts and after we're done beating the shit out of each," she smiled, "we patch each other up. I got good at it." She pulled back the blanket from my chest and checked the mark. "This doesn't look bad at all. Let's see your back."

I looked at Yvette questioningly. She nodded. "You should do what she asks."

I rolled onto my back as best as I could with boner that refused to flag and without flashing my date's little sister any more of my skin. It wasn't easy work, but at least I didn't have to look at their expressions anymore. "Yeah, that's minor," said Ciara. She sounded less relieved than I'd have expected, but I suppose she thought it reflected poorly on her combat skills. "Let's take care of your back first then we can do your front."

"Hah. Not 'we'. You clean up your mess. I'm just here to offer my man moral support." Yvette patted my head proprietorially. I scowled, but bit back a retort.

"As your Highness commands," Ciara said through gritted teeth, placing the hot water bottle on my back. I snorted. I decided I quite liked Ciara, but Yvette apparently didn't enjoy it because she gave me a quick swat on my ass. I hissed. It really stung. "Such a diva, this one," tittered Ciara, pressing the bottle pleasantly over me. "Can't handle any criticism."

"You watch yourself, baby," I told Yvette. "I'll pay you back for it later."

"You just try it, lover," she said, with a second, soft spank for emphasis.

"I'd love to be there when you do, John," Ciara said with some glee. My back was warming up nicely. I hadn't realized before but there really were spots where it hurt a little.

"Well," I began lamely, not sure what to say. "That'd be a bit hard to do, because I wasn't talking about paying her back in a very innocent way-"

"I know what you meant," she snapped. "Oh my God, I'm fucking eighteen, not a child."

"You little pervert, did you just say you want to watch me getting spanked by my boy - by John ? Is that seriously what you just said?" Yvette sounded outraged, while I couldn't believe I'd heard it myself. I also noticed Yvette fumbling before saying my name, which was a promising sign.

"Sure, why not? Your boy here's pretty cute, wouldn't mind seeing him in action." Ciara giggled.

"You aren't too bad yourself, Ciara," I said before I could stop myself. I winced, waiting for the explosion. Ciara just whooped in triumph and Yvette spluttered.

"Unbelievable!" she shrieked.

"Looks like John isn't blind after all. What say you ditch this old hag and let a limber young lady show you some real tricks?" Ciara's voice went low and husky, almost on her sister's register.

As sexy as Ciara was I thought it time to steer the conversation to safer territories before Yvette murdered one of us. "Oh, Yvette, baby, we're just kidding. You know we are."

"Yeah, Sis, lighten up."

"Yeah, real funny." Yvette sounded angry but slightly mollified. "My boyfriend chasing my kid sister's skinny ass. Well stud, you listen to me." She leaned over me, bringing her lips right to my ears and whispered furiously, "I know you want to fuck her too. That's why I really brought her here." I jerked up but she squeezed my shoulder forcefully. "It's okay, trust me. I want you to. I want you to fuck us. Fuck us both. Tonight." She sat up again and said out loud, "Think you can do that, mmm?"

I couldn't speak. After a moment of non-thought I nodded.

"You can be such a scary bitch," Ciara said, concerned. "What'd you tell him?"

"Nothing he didn't like hearing." I could hear Yvette smiling.