To bed... the same bed.

I pushed back onto my hands, looking down on the panting Carla. Her smile in response told me everything I needed to know, and I continued to slowly move within her.

"So... is it better when the stripper's crying?" She quipped at me and glanced over at her sister.

"Oh, now you're just being a grade A Bitch, sis..." Kaila sighed.

"Turnabout. Fair Play, blah blah... Brent It's really... ugh... hard to keep a sniping fest going with my sister when you keep moving like that..." Carla gasped as I shoved back at her a little harder. There was some lessening to my erection now, but there was more than enough to stimulate her to make the point.

"Actually, I'm with Kaila on this one... You are being a little bit of a bitch now." I grinned into her face, "Course, seeing as what that implies about me I think I better let that one go."

"You're terrible, but I love you," Carla grinned back.

"Wait, are you taking my side now?" Kaila spoke up. "Because if you are, my wrists are actually starting to hurt a little, so if you wouldn't mind..."

"Oooh, looks like a damsel in distress..." Carla began, "Now, knowing you, you'll immediately want to run to her aid. She already... mmm... fuck that's feeling better." I couldn't help but slip my arms around Carla's back at that moment, pulling the fabric of her tank top tight against her breasts as I ground deep into her. Yeah, Dammit, they had got me going again. "You ain't going anywhere yet..."

"Yes I am, because this couch is not good for this..." I pushed back from Carla with a sudden jerk, causing a gasp of protest to burst from her mouth. "I want to actually fuck you in my bed."

I temporarily contemplated tucking myself away, before I decided that it was far easier to just kick the pants off my ankles. I mean, it wasn't like the twins hadn't seen me naked. The thought of that fact, that I had just... fuck... been inside of them both... brought a renewed throbbing to my glands as I pulled on the dangling strand that secured Kaila. The rope came free after a long slow pull, and Kaila straightened, her hand immediately coming to rub at her wrist.

"Fuck... Ok, a spanking... and a... what the hell do you call that kind of... scene? That was... wow, I don't even know how I...." Kaila suddenly threw her arms around me and kissed me desperately, her tongue actively questing about my mouth as she did so. "Hell with it... Carry me."

She jumped, and for a second I was almost certain I was going to drop her when I felt her legs settle comfortably into the crook of my arm.

"Are you gonna take me to bed? Gonna fuck your pregnant wife right in front of her sister?"

"Arrgh, you two are going to give me a heart... Carla, that's cheating."

Carla had proceeded to strip off the rest of her clothes while I had been busy with her sister, and taken the opportunity to sidle up behind me.

"Better hurry before I start molesting you again," Carla's teeth nipped at my shoulder, and I hurriedly attempted to stumble up the stairs to our room.

Now, carrying somebody up stairs... not as easy as it looks. If you're not going to do a fireman's carry, you have to be even more careful about the way your'e holding them or... well, it was complicated getting her up the stairs, into our room and onto the bed with Carla constantly taking the opportunity to tweak, pinch and generally have fun at both of our expense. It was FUN, but... I really didn't want to break something dropping a woman down a flight of stairs. That just is an awkward explanation for everyone.

I did end up dropping her, but fortunately, it was onto the bed.