Summary: After the second Miles County massacre, Sienna visits her brother at his dorm. Only to find Mia already there. What starts as a podcast interview unravels fast, leaving behind nothing but crumpled clothes, wet panties, and another mess they'll never forget.
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The air inside the dorm was stale and warm, thick with old takeout and burned coffee. Fluorescent light buzzed overhead, faint but persistent, like the hum of something left on too long. The heater clicked in the corner without doing much. The carpet looked like it hadn't been vacuumed in ages.
Jonathan sat on the edge of his bed, hunched, hands curled in his lap. He was thinner than she remembered. Paler, too. The sleeves of his hoodie hung long over his wrists, one cuff torn and fraying where his thumb kept rubbing. His eyes flicked toward the door every few seconds, like he wasn't sure if it would open again and who might come through it if it did.
It finally opened.
Sienna stepped in without knocking, her brown gaze sweeping the room once before settling on him. Her dark brown hair was tied low at the nape, and her boots scuffed the carpet. The strap of her canvas bag creaked faintly as she shifted her weight.
"You look like shit," she said, closing the door behind her.
Jonathan shrugged. "Thanks for the pep talk."
"I brought you soup."
"You always bring soup."
"Because you never cook."
She dropped the brown paper bag on the small desk near the window and turned back. He hadn't moved much. Same hunched shoulders. Same hollow stare. It had been weeks since he transferred here, and he still hadn't settled in.
Her eyes drifted to the second bed. It was made, but the blanket was missing, and a phone lay face-down on the pillow, tethered to a charger that blinked at the wall. The walls were bare and the desk empty, nothing that said a boy lived here.
"Where's your roommate?" she asked.
"Cole?"
"Yeah."
"His mom broke her ankle," Jonathan said, voice flat. "He left last night to go help her pack up the house. Said she's moving in with his aunt."
Sienna nodded once. "So you're alone."
Jonathan looked up just as the bathroom door creaked open.
Mia stepped out barefoot, her blonde hair still damp, curling in loose strands where it clung to her neck and collarbone. She wore an oversized T-shirt that hung low on her thighs, the fabric thin enough to hint at dark panties beneath.
The shirt wasn't hers. Too wide in the shoulders, too stretched at the neck, like it had belonged to someone else and had been worn too many times. Steam still clung faintly to her skin. Her shirt shifted as she moved, brushing lightly across a modest swell beneath the fabric, nothing exaggerated, but enough to draw the attention of both pairs of eyes in the room.
Her expression was unreadable. Almost amused. When her eyes landed on Sienna, her lips curved slowly.
"Oh," she said. "You must be the sister."
Sienna didn't blink. "And you're?"
"Mia." She walked casually toward the other bed, the one that wasn't Jonathan's, and picked up a phone from the charger without hurrying. "I am dating Cole. We're kind of… between things. He didn't mind me crashing here while he's gone."
She didn't offer to explain further. The room held the words like a dare.
Jonathan shifted on the bed, his voice barely above a breath. "She showed up last night. Said it was just for a couple of days."
"I hope that's not a problem," Mia said, looking at Sienna with the kind of calm that dared confrontation.
Sienna didn't answer. She turned to Jonathan instead.
"You could've told me."
"You'd have said no."
"Because I'd have been right."
Mia laughed. "You two are cute. Same eyebrows, same trauma aura."
Sienna ignored her. She stepped closer to Jonathan.
"I came here because I thought we'd talk without an audience."
Jonathan's knee bounced once. "It's fine."
"No," Mia said, brushing damp hair behind her ear. "I'll go. I was just grabbing my phone anyway."
She didn't move.
Instead, her gaze returned to Jonathan, casual at first, but narrowing slightly as if she'd caught something just beneath the surface. Then it shifted to Sienna, just briefly.
"Actually," she said, tilting her head, "since you're both here… I was going to bring this up later, but maybe now's better."
Sienna's arms crossed slowly. "Bring what up?"
Mia set the phone down on the desk, carefully. Like placing a chess piece.
"I have a podcast. True Crime Podcast. It's not just gore and clickbait. I talk about survival. What happens after? What it's like being the one left in the room... when the Miles County Clown is done."
The room went still.
Jonathan didn't answer. His knee stopped bouncing. His shoulders tensed just slightly, but it was enough. His hands stayed in his lap, but his fingers curled tighter.
Sienna's eyes didn't move from Mia. She looked at her face first, then her gaze dropped, bare feet, damp thighs, oversized shirt that barely covered anything.
"You're not using him for content," she said, voice low. "Especially not in a boy's dorm you don't even live in, while your boyfriend's not here."
Mia didn't blink. "I'm not using anyone," she said. "But people already talk about both of you. The Halloween massacre, the aftermath. News clips, podcasts, comment threads. Most of it is guesswork, though."
She turned slightly toward Jonathan. "Some say you knew more than you said."
Jonathan looked down. His thumb worried the tear in his hoodie cuff, pressing into the fray like he needed the texture to stay grounded.
Mia's voice softened without losing control. "I don't believe the rumours. Most people do not understand what surviving something like that looks like, especially when it does not end neatly."
Sienna stepped in front of Jonathan. "You do not get to ask that."
Mia nodded once. "Okay. Then here is a boundary we can control. Five minutes on the record for basics, nothing heavy. Then I turn it off, and we talk off the record. If either of you says stop, I stop."
Silence stretched. Jonathan nodded first. Sienna's jaw stayed tight.
"Five minutes," Sienna said. "No more."
Mia set her phone and a small recorder where both of them could see. She clipped a tiny mic to the stretched collar of the borrowed T-shirt, the thin cotton shifting against her damp skin, her nipples tightening under the fabric. The red light blinked.
On the record, she kept it simple. Names, date, a brief introduction, then a brief summary of recent events. After the first Miles County Halloween massacre made headlines, Art came back. A year later, Sienna's Clown Café nightmare and an unscathed sword marked the start of the second run. Jonathan reported sightings of Art and the Little Pale Girl. Their mother, Barbara, died. Jonathan was taken. Sienna followed the carnival attraction, was stabbed, fell, then rose again with the sword and took Art's head. The Little Pale Girl left with it. The earlier Monica Brown attack and the new body count hardened the legend and kept both siblings in the news.
Somewhere around the ten-minute mark, Sienna realized five minutes were up. She is ready to cut it. But Jonathan was still talking. Not mumbling, actually pouring his heart out. His shoulders had loosened. His voice no longer scraped or hesitated. It had been so long since she heard him go this long without freezing that she let it run and did not interrupt.
The five minutes slid into thirty. Mia, obviously a fan, looked the happiest. Jonathan sounded lighter, almost relieved, like saying it in order made it smaller. Sienna saw that and felt a quick, guilty wash of relief of her own.
"Thank you," Mia said. She tapped stop, unclipped the mic, and set the recorder down with the screen facing up. The display was off, clearly no longer recording.
"Now off the record," she said, stepping closer. "I told him last night I could make it worth his while if he ever gave me an interview."
Sienna's eyes cut to Jonathan. "You let her say that to you?"
"She hinted," he said. "I did not agree to anything."
Mia's smile stayed small. "You're lucky. Cole isn't here, and yes, this is definitely cheating." Her focus slid back to Jonathan. "You just gave me the version no one else has. People online guess. You actually told me. I pay for honesty. Let me make your day good too. I like paying people back. Especially cute ones."
She looked at Sienna. "If you're worried, he doesn't have to do it alone. You can join if you want."
Mia moved only when Jonathan didn't retreat. The mattress dipped as she sat beside him, the warmth of her thigh seeping through the denim. Her fingers slid over his, light at first, then firmer when he held on. Her thumb stroked the frayed edge of his cuff until his breathing began to steady. The oversized shirt brushed the soft rise of her breasts; through the thin cotton, her nipples pushed sharper when his eyes flicked there and back.
"If we do this," she said, voice low, "it's not the start of a relationship. It's a deal."
"I have a crush on you," he said quietly.
"I know."
She started to kiss him slowly, just enough pressure to coax him open. He answered, hesitant at first, then deeper when her hand came to rest on his chest, feeling the pace of his heart beneath the fabric. A soft sound escaped him. She kissed him again, slower this time, and let her body lean in. Her nipples grazed his hoodie as her mouth opened his, and she breathed him in like she meant it.
Sienna stood a step away, arms crossed, unsure where to put her hands.
"You can come closer," Mia said, still facing Jonathan. "You don't have to just watch."
Sienna stayed rooted. "This is wrong."
"If you want to join, that's your choice," Mia said. "But sex is the best stress relief ever made." Her voice shifted just slightly, now directed to both of them. "Don't you agree, Jonathan?"
"Yes," he said, his breath shaky and hot against her cheek.
Mia kissed him deeper this time, like she already knew how this was going to end. Jonathan's breath caught, but he had already given in to his desires and refused to pull away. He leaned in with fervor, hands curled slightly, fingers twitching like they weren't sure they belonged there.
She shifted against him. One knee crossed over his lap, then the other. She climbed fully into his space, straddling him. The mattress dipped beneath them, her thighs bracketing his hips. Her weight settled slowly into him.
The oversized shirt rose higher as she moved. The worn cotton brushed his jeans, warm against his legs. He gasped when her hips pressed flush to his lap. His hands found the bare skin just above her knees and slid upward, slowly, following the soft line of her thighs. They stopped at the hem of her shirt.
"You really don't have to be this careful," she whispered against his mouth.
He moved. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, trembling as they touched her hot skin. The shirt draped loose around her ribs. When she leaned in, the neckline dipped slightly. A hint of the inner curve of her breasts showed through the shadowed gap, just enough to make him freeze.
She kissed him again. Her mouth opened his with deliberate ease, her body shifting in slow rhythm against him. Her panties pressed against his jeans, right over the shape of his erection. She grinded her pussy against his cock. He moaned softly into her mouth.
His hands moved higher. One slid across her lower back, the other lifted beneath her shirt. His palm cupped one breast, fingers brushing the soft underside, then rising gently. She sighed into the kiss when his thumb found her nipple. It was already firm, drawn tight against the warm air of the room.
"That's better," she murmured.
He exhaled hard as her hands found the hem of his hoodie. She pulled it up with care, knuckles grazing the bare skin of his waist and stomach. She peeled it off him, hair sticking up from static when it came free. She laughed under her breath, smoothing it back before pulling off the T-shirt underneath. Both shirts dropped to the floor.
Sienna hadn't moved. Her arms were no longer crossed. One hand lingered at her waist, the other hung by her side. She kept watching the scene unfolding in front of her eyes. Mia's bare chest, Jonathan's fingers digging in, the muffled moans between them. She wanted to stop it, to scream. But her thighs had pressed together, and her breath came lighter with every second. Jealousy curled in her chest. Arousal burned beneath it. She didn't know which feeling she hated more.
Mia looked over Jonathan's shoulder.
"He's so hard," Mia said. Her voice dropped as her eyes met Sienna's. "I'm cheating. You're watching your brother get off. That's what this is."
She leaned back into Jonathan's lap. "Feels better than your hand ever did, huh?"
Her hips rolled again, letting her press more directly against the bulge in his boxers. Her panties slid slightly, cotton dragging between them. He flinched. His breath stuttered.
"Mia…" he whispered.
She kissed along his jaw, then lower, her mouth brushing the side of his neck. When she leaned back in, her bare chest slid against his. Her breasts flattened slightly with the motion, her hard nipples brushing his collarbone through her shirt. The touch made him jolt beneath her.
She shifted again. Her fingers slid between them and found his belt. She worked it open slowly, the buckle clinking once. Her eyes stayed on his face, watching the way he held his breath. Maybe it was the feel of her fingers, or the quiet shock of a girl opening his pants for the first time.
Sienna's fingers hovered near the waistband of her jeans. She hadn't unbuttoned them, but her hand kept drifting lower, slow and thoughtless. It felt like watching the filthiest thing she'd ever seen.
Mia sat back just enough to pull the oversized shirt over her head and let it fall to the floor.
She wore no bra. Her breasts were full and flushed, their curves rising and settling with each breath. Her areolae were wide and slightly raised, darker than the skin around them. Her nipples stood firm in the open air, drawn tight from heat and contact. Her skin still held the faint sheen of steam from the shower, glistening at the collarbone and along the top of each breast.
She let him look as much as he wanted.
Then she leaned forward again. Bare skin met his chest, and she rocked once more against him. Her breasts pressed softly on him, nipples dragging across his upper chest as her mouth found his again.
His cock strained hard against the fabric of his boxers, the shape clear, the front already wet from the heat between them. Her panties brushed that same spot, the pressure mounting with every roll of her hips.
"Fuck…" he exhaled, barely audible.
His eyes flicked toward Sienna for the first time. She hadn't looked away once.
Mia noticed once again. "You can stay there," she said. "But I like that you're watching."
Sienna didn't know how to respond. Her jaw clenched, but her hand didn't leave her jeans.
Mia looked down between them. Jonathan's boxers were tented, the thick length of him straining against the damp fabric. She reached down and pressed her palm to him. He bucked into her hand with a sharp, involuntary gasp.
"You're very eager," she said, her voice low, her smile just a breath away from cruel.
"I just..." He swallowed hard. "I haven't done it before."
Her tone softened. "Don't worry, I will take care of it."
She leaned into him again, her breasts pressing to his bare chest as she kissed him harder. Her tongue met his, deep and slow, as her hand slipped inside his waistband.
He jolted when her fingers found him. She cupped the thick shape of him through the cotton, then slid the fabric down his hips. His boxers dropped just far enough to free him.
His cock sprang up, fully hard and flushed a deep pink. The head glistened with pre-come, a clear string stretching from the tip in the dim light. A faint trail of dark blonde hair curled at the base, soft but visible above the line where his trousers had rested. She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked once, slow and deliberate. He gasped again, hips jerking into her hand.
Sienna let out a breath she hadn't meant to. Her jeans were already unbuttoned. She slid her fingers inside. Her panties were damp, clinging to her. The heat between her legs pulsed steadily. Her palm circled her clit, pressure light but rhythmic. Her breath came in shallow bursts, her chest tight, eyes locked on the place where Jonathan cock twitched in Mia's grip.
Mia opened the nightstand drawer and took out a condom. "This is Cole's," she said, amused. "You'll grab the same pack tomorrow so he doesn't get nosy." She tore the foil with her teeth and rolled it down over him.
Then she shifted again, rising slightly in his lap. Her other hand moved beneath her body. Two fingers slid under her panties, soaked through, and pushed the cotton aside. It clung to her for a second before peeling back. Her outer lips glistened in the low light. A blonde strip of hair crowned her mound. She guided him to her entrance, holding him steady.
Her embarrassed but eager eyes met his.
"Are you ready?"
Jonathan nodded, breathless. "Please."
She sank in one slow motion. Her heat swallowed him to the base, inch by inch, until her thighs rested against his. Her walls clenched tight, fluttering around him. His head fell back. A sound tore from his throat, raw and helpless.
Mia sat upright, her hands braced on his shoulders. She rode him slowly, hips rolling forward, then back, then forward again. Each motion was deliberate, steady, her control total. Her breasts bounced softly with the rhythm, full and flushed, the weight of them shifting as her body moved. Her nipples grazed his chest on every downstroke, slick from sweat and friction.
The bedframe creaked beneath them, the sound muffled by the mattress and skin.
Jonathan's hands clutched her thighs, fingers digging in, leaving pale prints that bloomed red across her skin.
"Don't stop," he whispered. "Please... don't stop."
Across the room, Sienna's fingers slipped deeper into her open jeans. Her hand was soaked, slick pulsed steadily from her pussy with every breath. Her clit was swollen beneath the edge of the fabric. Her palm pressed in circles against it, hips rocking with each stroke. Her breath hitched in short, soundless bursts. Her back arched slightly as she bit down on her lip. She never looked away. Her cheeks burned with colour. Her knees trembled beneath her.
Mia's pace quickened, just enough to push him closer. Her walls clenched tight around him with every grind, the pressure building in slow, pulsing waves. Jonathan's eyes squeezed shut. His grip on her thighs tightened, fingers buried in her skin, body trembling beneath hers.
"Oh... I'm gonna... I'm coming," he gasped, voice ragged.
His hips bucked into her. He came hard, deep inside the condom, each pulse sharp and helpless. "I can't stop," he groaned, breath catching in his throat.
Mia kept moving, her hips steady, grinding through the final twitches of release. She didn't stop until he was completely spent, his muscles loose, head tipped back against the pillow. His chest rose and fell in slow, uneven rhythm.
Sienna's hand froze. A broken sound left her lips. "Oh, fuck," she whispered.
Her hips jerked against her palm. Her body tensed, then released, breath caught in her throat as the orgasm rolled through her in waves. Her jeans hung open, panties already pushed aside, fingers still buried between her legs.
Mia leaned forward and kissed Jonathan, soft and unhurried. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth before she pulled back. She sat up slowly, thighs trembling as she lifted herself from his lap.
The condom was still in place, thick with release. A faint trickle had escaped near the base, sliding down her inner thigh. She glanced at it but didn't wipe it away.
She shifted back on the bed and sat between his legs, resting on her heels. Her voice dropped, low and amused. "Someone made a mess."
Jonathan didn't answer at first. His eyes were half-lidded, breath still catching now and then.
Mia leaned forward again, her tone quieter. "Let me clean you properly."
She reached between them, gently peeled the condom off, and tied it before setting it aside. She gave his softened cock one slow stroke, more comforting than arousing, then leaned in and kissed the tip. Her tongue flicked over the sensitive skin, light and careful.
Jonathan's hands twitched against the sheets. He whispered without opening his eyes. "It's too sensitive..."
Sienna's breath hitched. Her fingers clenched once more, and the rush left her shaking. Her knees almost gave, and she caught Cole's bed for balance, nails dragging across the sheet. The sound of her own heartbeat filled the quiet. A wave of shame and relief passed through her chest as she looked at her hand, then at the used condom on Jonathan's bed, the full weight of what she'd done settling in. She drew a long, unsteady breath and stared at Mia licking her brother's cock. She felt her face burn with unprecedented shame.
Jonathan's cock twitched against Mia's tongue, already swelling under her careful licks. Inch by inch, it thickened, veins rising, the flushed head darkening as it filled. She gave one last slow stroke with her mouth and pulled off with a soft pop. Her lips shone. Her eyes found Sienna still panting on Cole's bed, chest rising fast, fingers slick from the orgasm she certainly hadn't planned when she came to visit Jonathan.
"There's a loophole, you know," Mia said quietly, dragging her tongue along her lower lip. "Anal. Doesn't count as real sex. Just... bonding."
Jonathan's breath hitched. His voice came hoarse. "Technically... It's not."
Sienna blinked, colour rising hot along her neck. She bit down on the inside of her cheek. The jealousy cut deeper than she wanted to admit, but her thighs were already shifting. She stared at Mia, then Jonathan, and gave a stiff nod. "If that's what you want..."
Mia slid off Jonathan's bed, her legs trembling, thighs streaked with drying cum. She crossed the narrow strip of carpet to Cole's side and sat on the edge of his bed. Leaning back on her hands, she half‑reclined, knees spread, as if this was a natural progression of events. Her small breasts lifted with each breath, nipples hard and sensitive. A neat line slick dripped from the swollen folds between her thighs, glistening with the mix of Jonathan jizz that had been left inside her.
She lifted her chin toward Sienna. "Over here. Be careful not to stain the sheets."
Sienna hesitated. The command stung, yet the smell of Mia filled the air before she could think. Sweat marred her skin, and jealousy twisted through Sienna's stomach, sharp at first, then melting into desire. Her pulse quickened. She moved forward and sank to her knees, the sheets pressing against her shins. Her face burned with heat that had nothing to do with shame. She crawled closer, eyes fixed on the wet between Mia's legs.
Mia slid farther back on the bed, legs opening wider. Sienna climbed up beside her, then stretched out on her stomach, shoulders low, breath unsteady. The warmth between Mia's thighs washed over her face.
She leaned in and tasted her.
The first touch of her tongue met the mess clinging there, thick and salty. She licked again, slower, dragging upward through the slickness until she felt Mia's body tense. The scent filled her nose, and the flavour filled her mouth. She pressed deeper, lips parting, tongue tracing every curve. Her hair fell forward until Mia caught it in one hand and tightened her grip, pulling her closer. Sienna let her, eyes closed, hands braced on Mia's thighs. The pull guided her, not gentle, but certain. Mia's breath broke above her in small, uneven sounds as her hips began to move against Sienna's mouth.
Jonathan moved closer behind her. Her jeans hung loose on her hips. He dropped to his knees and pulled them down, taking her plain black panties with them. The fabric caught on the heels of her boots, but he tugged until they slid free. Cool air met her bare skin, the pale curve of her backside exposed, a faint shimmer of hair along the cleft. She stayed on all fours between Mia's thighs and the edge of the bed.
Jonathan's cock stood hard again, still wet from Mia's mouth. He wrapped his hand around the base and spit into his palm, stroked himself once, then used his fingers to spread it between her cheeks. Her asshole twitched as he touched it. She made a small, muffled noise in Mia's cunt.
He pressed his thumb against the ring, not pushing yet, just circling. Then he worked his finger in slowly, lubricating the ring with spit. Her body tensed. She let out a broken gasp, face buried in Mia's pussy. He kept moving, gently twisting until the first knuckle disappeared, then the second. She whimpered. Her legs didn't move.
He added a second finger. The stretch made her jerk, ass clenching around him. Her tears came suddenly, burning at the corners of her eyes. Her jaw trembled. But she didn't say stop. Her hands stayed firm on Mia's thighs, mouth still open over her cunt.
Jonathan pulled his fingers out slowly. Her hole glistened, slightly open. He lined himself up. His cockhead rested against her, hot and pulsing.
Sienna's voice came muffled but clear. "Slowly, Jonathan."
He pushed. The pressure rose and didn't stop. Her hole resisted, tightened, then gave. The head popped inside. She choked on a cry. Her shoulders shook. Her nails dug into Mia's legs.
"Fuck," she whispered, mouth against Mia's skin, eyes squeezed shut.
He paused, letting her asshole adjust. Then he started moving. Each inch drove deeper, the tightness dragging over his cock like a fist. Once fully seated, he gripped her hips and pulled out again. The burn made her shake, but she pushed back. He thrust again, deeper this time. Sienna's cry turned into a groan, her legs spreading wider on instinct.
The rhythm built fast. The bed creaked under them. His hips slapped her ass, harder now. He grunted, breath tight, cock buried in her ass to the base. She moaned into Mia, the vibration rolling through Mia's clit.
The pain dulled for Sienna. It didn't vanish, but it twisted into something deeper. Her pussy clenched on nothing, desperate. Her thighs trembled. Her voice cracked open.
"Oh no…" she gasped against Mia's skin, "I'm coming!"
She broke. Her whole body seized, twitching. A sudden spray soaked the sheets beneath her. Her asshole clamped around him, holding tight as her release tore through her, wave after wave.
Mia cried out above her. Her legs closed around Sienna's head, thighs flexing tight. The weight of guilt, dominance, and everything they weren't supposed to be slammed through her in a rush. She came again, harder than before, her release soaking Sienna's mouth. Her fingers gripped hard in Sienna's hair, holding her in place through every spasm.
Jonathan cursed behind them, hips stuttering. The tight squeeze around him pushed him over the edge. He drove in deep one last time and came in a pulsing flood, thick heat spilling into her. He didn't pull out. He stayed locked, hands clamped on her hips, cock still twitching inside her ass.
Sienna trembled beneath him. Her breath came in choked gasps, jaw slack, tongue still twitching against Mia's-soaked folds. Her body gave out all at once. She slumped forward, face buried in heat and slickness, arms slipping loose from Mia's thighs. Her cunt ached with emptiness. Her ass throbbed from the brand-new stretch. But she didn't move. She didn't have the energy to move.
Mia let go of her hair slowly. Her legs uncurled from Sienna's shoulders, still twitching before going still. Her hands slid across the sheets. Her chest rose and fell with open exhaustion. Her lips parted, then closed again. She exhaled sharply, not a laugh, but something like release. Her eyes didn't leave the ceiling.
Jonathan stayed buried in Sienna. His hands had gone soft on her hips. His forehead rested against her back. He didn't speak either. Just breathed through her hair and sweat, joining their bodies.
The air was thick with realization of what had just transpired. Before anyone could speak, Mia's phone vibrated on the nightstand. The low hum cut through the silence. She reached for it without lifting her head from Sienna's thigh, fingers slow and unbothered.
She checked the screen, then sat up. Her damp hair clung to her neck and collarbone, and her small breasts lifted with a final shiver as she read the message. A faint streak of cum or saliva glistened along her thigh. Her legs trembled as she slid off Cole's bed, knees nearly buckling.
Sienna hadn't moved. She lay face down, cheek turned to the side, her ass still plugged by her brother's softening cock. Her breath came slowly. Piss mixed cum leaked steadily from her cunt. Mia bent low, bracing her hands beside Sienna's head, and kissed her on the mouth. The kiss lingered, her tongue savoring the taste of Jonathan's cum and her own slick still clinging to Sienna's.
"Thanks for the cleanup," Mia murmured. Her voice teased, her eyes gleamed. "Shame I didn't get a real look at the prettiest tits in the room."
Sienna blushed but didn't turn away.
Mia stood and glanced at Jonathan. He was still on Sienna, head bowed, hands loose on her hips.
She gave his bare ass a firm slap.
"How long are you planning to stay plugged in?" she asked. "Let her breathe."
He flushed and finally pulled out. His cock slipped free with a sticky sound. Cum followed, dripping messily onto the sheets.
Mia grabbed a tissue, scribbled her number on it in black ink, and tucked it into Sienna's hand.
"Call me," she said with a wink.
Three more tissues followed as she wiped herself down. The used condom vanished into the trash. She dressed without rush, damp panties first, tugged up over her bush, then jeans zipped slowly. Her oversized t-shirt came last, pulled over her head, her nipples still faintly visible through the thin cotton. She combed her fingers through her hair.
At the door, she paused as she looked back. Sienna lay sprawled, unmoving. Jonathan sat beside her now, still naked, still stunned.
"You two really enjoyed that incest anal, didn't you?" Mia said softly, not mocking. "Sex is the best stress relief anyway."
Her smile curved into something close to a promise.
"Don't forget to call me," she said again and stepped out. The door clicked, and the room exhaled. Silence settled until Jonathan cleared his throat, voice dry and awkward.
"Could you… help? I mean..."
Sienna turned her head just enough to look at him. Her lashes clung with sweat. Her voice stayed flat, "Go wash it first. With soap. And next time, think where you put it."
He hesitated, like he wanted to say more. Her gaze stayed on him as she added, quieter, almost private.
"If you ever get too wound up again, you can tell me. We can handle it before it gets this messy."
He blinked, hope and shame crossing his face at once. He rose and padded toward the bathroom without pushing it. Sienna let her eyes fall closed. Her fingers tightened around the tissue in her palm, then relaxed.
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This is a smut-heavy reinterpretation of this fic. In the other version, the tone is darker, with Mia portrayed as far more manipulative, as if feeding on trauma and sex. You can read it on Patre*n/K*-fi/OmniNymph