Dinner and a show

You follow Nicole out of your bedroom to see what can only be described as a feast. Ribeye steak, grilled shrimp with some kind of spice blend, roasted garlic potatoes, and a big salad grace your table.

“Wow!” you exclaim. “This looks incredible, baby. Where did you order from?”

“I cooked it,” Nicole beams. Usually, she doesn’t cook anything more complicated than putting a chicken in the oven, but this...

“You cooked this?

“I got the potato recipe from my mom, but yeah, I cooked it. Now sit. Let me serve you.”

You sit down at your place and Nicole fetches you a beer.

“Sara, dinner’s ready!” she shouts to her sister as she puts the largest ribeye on your plate.

“Holy shit, Nikki!” Sara exclaims as she emerges from her room, her curvy frame wrapped in a towel, hair still dripping from the shower. “This is some spread.”

“Well, I don’t know, I just wanted to do something nice for John, since he was so understanding and so willing to open our home—and his pants—to help out my little sister,” she said, laughing a bit.

Sara grinned as she sat down at the table, her towel loosening a bit as she scooped salad and shrimp onto a plate.

“So I get surf and turf?” said Sara, flashing a smile. “I should have gotten sick ages ago!”

The three of you eat. The conversation starts off focused on how good the meal is, but eventually shifts to Nicole’s work day and then as you’re finishing up, Nicole asks:

“So, Saracakes, how did things go at home with John today? Did he take care of you?”

Sara nods enthusiastically, her mouth full of potatoes. Her towel is barely holding on at this point.

“So you’re feeling good? How many times did he have to treat you?”

“Uh... three, I think. No, four. He was perfect,” Sara said. “And he works too hard, if you ask me. He almost didn’t want to break away from his stupid blood samples to give me his cum!”

“John, you know better than anyone that when Sara needs your cum, it’s your responsibility to give it to her right away! You promised! I don’t want to have to be at work worrying if I’m going to come home to find my sister passed out and convulsing because you got too focused on your work.”

“I know, baby. It’s just... My work—those ‘stupid blood samples’—might just be the key to curing Sara’s illness. To curing everyone who’s got it. I get focused,” I say, wiping my mouth.

“You really think you’re close, John?” Nicole asks.

“I never said we were close, baby,” you reply. “Just that we could be. If we’re on the right road with our current research, we might have this thing wiped out in a year. But, if not, well...”

“I might be staying with you guys for a while,” Sara finishes.

“Well, I—for one—am glad to have you here,” Nicole says. “And don’t let him ignore his duties as your provider. You do whatever you need to do to get his cum, okay?”

“I know, Nikki,” says Sara, looking at you and licks her lips. “Actually, I think it’s time for another dose.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you,” Nicole says, standing. “Go ahead while I clean up.”

You start to get up to head to your bedroom, but Nicole gently pushes you back down into your chair.

“Do it right here. I don’t mind. Really.”

You and Sara lock eyes for a moment. Really? Right here in front of Nicole?

You hesitantly unbuckle your pants and unzip your fly, pulling out your growing erection. Sara slowly gets on her knees in front of you, and sits back on her heels, watching Nicole from the corner of her eye. Nicole has started clearing the table, but after a moment, she stops and looks at you, slowly stroking your cock in her little sister’s face.

“Come on, John. You’re never going to cum doing that. Do what you guys have to do to make sure Sara gets her medicine. Please. I want you to,” Nicole says.

Sara looks to her sister, and Nicole nods. Sara stands up, drops her towel to the floor, swings her leg over you, and impales her hot pussy onto your dick.

You lock eyes with Nicole as her younger sister works her cunt up and down your pole. Your hands move to Sara’s chest, where you start mauling her giant tits, twisting her hard pink nipples.

“Ohhhh, fuckkkk!” Sara calls out as she cums, her inner walls squeezing down on your cock. “Your dick is so fucking good!”

You watch as Nicole’s face gets flushed, she’s stopped all pretense of cleaning up the table. She sits across from you and spreads her legs. One of her hands is down the front of her pants and the other is massaging her breasts, mirroring your treatment of Sara’s tits.

You keep eye contact with your girlfriend, even as her sister leans forward and sticks her tongue in your mouth. Balls deep in Sara’s boiling pussy, you feel your orgasm approach.

“God, fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby,” you breathe.

Sara slides herself off your cock and drops to her knees. She dives into your crotch, gagging herself on your dick almost immediately. You wrap both hands in the teen’s hair, you fuck her throat, eyes still locked on Nicole as she masturbates to you fucking her sister.

You pull your dick from Sara’s throat and jerk ropes of cum into her eager mouth. Nicole sees your cum cover her sister’s lips and tongue and shudders with her own orgasm.

“Fuck, John. That tastes even better than that dinner,” says Sara. “Thanks for letting me eat your cum.” She gives the head of your dick a long, sloppy kiss, then climbs to her feet. “Thanks for sharing his cock with me, Nikki.”

Sara walks to her sister’s chair, leans down, and gives her a deep tongue kiss, sharing some of the taste of your cum with your girlfriend. Then Sara goes back to her bedroom.

Nicole, licking her lips, gets off her chair and replaces Sara kneeled between your legs. She lifts your half-erect cock with one hand and lovingly licks every inch of your dick and balls clean. You just watch as she cleans you with her tongue, tasting her sister’s pussy on your cock, tasting your cum.

“There you go. All clean,” she says, planting a kiss on the head of your dick and standing up. “Now you go relax while I clean up dinner. You’ve had a hard day.”

You head over to the couch and flip through the channels, eventually stopping to watch last 20 minutes of Die Hard.

As the movie ends, John McClane riding off in a limousine, your phone buzzes.