The sun wasn't even up yet when I woke to the sound of water running.
6:12 a.m.
Saturday.
The villa was quiet except for the low hiss of the shower echoing down the marble hallway.
I padded barefoot toward the master wing. Clara's bathroom door was cracked open, steam billowing out like an invitation.
Inside, the glass walls were already fogged. Two silhouettes moved behind the mist.
Vanessa's laugh, low and wicked.
Clara's answering moan.
I pushed the door wider.
They turned at the same time.
Clara stood under the rainfall showerhead, water streaming over her heavy breasts, down the curve of her stomach, between her thighs. Her dark hair was plastered to her back, nipples tight from the heat.
Vanessa knelt in front of her, hands gripping Clara's hips, face buried between her legs. She was eating her mother slow and thorough, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowed with every pull.
Clara's eyes locked on mine.
"Morning, baby," she purred, voice husky. "Come join us."
I stripped in two seconds flat.
The second I stepped into the enclosure, Vanessa pulled off Clara with a wet pop, lips shiny.
"On your knees, little brother," she ordered. "Mommy's close. Help me finish her."
I dropped instantly.
Clara's pussy was swollen, glistening with water and arousal. I licked a long stripe up her center, tasting the faint salt of last night still clinging to her. Vanessa took the other side, our tongues meeting in the middle, sliding against each other over Clara's clit.
Clara's knees buckled. She grabbed our heads, fingers tangling in wet hair, grinding against both our mouths.
"Fuck… yes… my beautiful babies…"
She came hard, thighs clamping around our ears, a broken cry echoing off the tiles.
Before the tremors even stopped, Vanessa stood, spun me around, and pressed me face-first against the warm glass.
"Hold still," she whispered against my ear.
Clara sank to her knees behind me. Her hands spread my ass, and then her tongue, God, her tongue, licked a slow circle around my hole while Vanessa reached around to stroke my cock.
I groaned so loud it bounced off the walls.
Vanessa laughed, breath hot on my neck. "Mom's got talents you haven't seen yet."
Clara hummed, the vibration making me shake, then replaced her tongue with two slick fingers, massaging gently, never pushing in, just teasing the rim while she sucked my balls into her mouth one by one.
Vanessa dropped in front of me, water cascading over her back, and took my cock down her throat in one smooth glide.
I lasted maybe thirty seconds.
"I'm gonna—"
Clara pulled her fingers away just as Vanessa swallowed me to the root. I came in thick pulses, hips jerking, vision whiting out.
They didn't let me collapse.
Vanessa stood, turned, and braced both hands on the glass.
"Your turn to fuck me while I eat Mom."
Clara hopped up onto the marble bench, legs spread wide, fingers already circling her clit.
I slid into Vanessa from behind, slow and deep. She was still swollen from last night, gripping me like a fist.
Every thrust pushed her face harder against Clara's pussy. Clara's moans climbed higher, matching the slap of my hips against Vanessa's ass.
Water poured over us, steam thick enough to taste.
Clara came again first, back arching off the bench, breasts bouncing with every shudder.
Vanessa followed seconds later, pussy fluttering so hard around me I had to pull out or lose it again.
I spun her around, lifted her, pinned her to the wall with her legs around my waist.
Clara stood behind me, arms around my chest, fingers rolling my nipples while she kissed my shoulder.
"Fill her up, baby," she whispered. "Give your sister everything."
One thrust. Two.
I buried myself deep and let go, pumping rope after rope into Vanessa while she bit my neck to muffle her scream.
We stayed like that, panting, water cooling around us.
Eventually Clara turned off the shower. Grabbed three huge towels.
We dried each other slowly: lazy kisses, gentle touches, fingers tracing every bruise and love bite like we were mapping new territory.
Back in Clara's bed (still unmade from the night before), we collapsed in a heap of warm limbs.
Vanessa curled against my front, Clara spooning me from behind.
Clara's hand drifted down to where Vanessa and I were still joined, fingers sliding through the mess leaking out of her daughter.
"Round two after coffee?" she murmured, licking her fingers clean.
Vanessa grinned against my chest. "Make it espresso. We're gonna need the energy."
I closed my eyes, surrounded by the scent of sex and coconut shampoo.
This was our new morning ritual.
And we were just getting started.
Vanessa came home from yoga class humming, cheeks flushed, ponytail swinging like she'd just won something.
She dropped her mat by the door and crooked a finger at us.
"Living room. Five minutes. Bring wine."
Clara raised an eyebrow but obeyed, barefoot in one of my T-shirts that barely skimmed her thighs. I followed with two bottles of chilled rosé and three glasses.
Vanessa had already dimmed the lights. Candles flickered on every surface. She'd pushed the coffee table aside and laid a thick white blanket on the rug.
On the blanket sat a girl I'd never seen before.
Early twenties. Petite. Auburn hair in loose waves, freckles across her nose. She wore a thin white sundress and a nervous smile. A black silk blindfold was already tied around her eyes.
"This," Vanessa announced, "is Lily. My favorite yoga partner. She lost a bet."
Lily bit her lip. "I said I couldn't hold crow pose for thirty seconds. Apparently I was wrong."
Vanessa knelt behind her, hands on Lily's shoulders. "The forfeit: she lets us do whatever we want for one hour. No questions. No peeking. She guesses who's touching her. Every wrong guess earns her another orgasm."
Clara's eyes went dark with interest. She poured wine, handed me a glass, and settled on the couch like a queen watching her court.
"Rules," Vanessa continued, voice velvet. "Safe word is 'red'. We stop instantly. Otherwise… she's ours."
Lily shivered, but nodded. "Green."
Vanessa grinned at me. "Strip her, little brother. Slowly."
I knelt in front of Lily. My fingers brushed the thin straps of her dress. She smelled like coconut sunscreen and anticipation.
I slid the straps down her shoulders. The dress pooled at her waist. No bra. Small, perfect breasts, pink nipples already peaked.
Clara made a soft approving sound.
I peeled the dress the rest of the way off. White lace panties, soaked through. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and tugged them down her legs.
Lily's breath hitched when the cool air hit her bare pussy. She was completely smooth, lips glistening.
Vanessa leaned in, whispered loud enough for all of us to hear: "First guess starts now."
She guided Lily to lie back on the blanket, knees bent, thighs spread wide.
Clara went first.
She crawled between Lily's legs like a panther, lowered her mouth, and licked one long, slow stripe from entrance to clit.
Lily gasped, back arching. "V-Vanessa?"
Clara hummed against her, the vibration making Lily whimper. Wrong guess.
Clara didn't stop. She licked slow circles, then flattened her tongue and pressed hard. Lily's hands flew to Clara's hair, hips rolling.
Thirty seconds later Lily came with a broken cry, thighs clamping around Clara's head.
Clara sat back, lips shiny, smirking. "One."
My turn.
I replaced Clara between Lily's legs. She was dripping now, swollen and twitching. I slid two fingers inside her, curled them slow, and sucked her clit into my mouth.
Lily moaned louder. "Definitely… definitely the guy… um… you?"
Wrong again.
I kept going: fingers pumping, tongue flicking, until she came a second time, harder, squirting a little against my chin.
Vanessa laughed softly. "Two."
She took her place. Instead of licking, she straddled Lily's face backward, lowered her pussy onto Lily's eager mouth.
"Eat me, baby. Show them how well I trained you in the locker room."
Lily licked like she was starving. Vanessa rode her face slow and filthy, grinding, moaning my name just to tease.
Clara crawled over to me, pushed me onto my back, and sank down onto my cock in one slick motion. She rode me reverse cowgirl so she could watch Vanessa use Lily's tongue.
The room filled with wet sounds: Lily slurping Vanessa, Clara's ass slapping against my thighs, my groans mixing with all of it.
Vanessa came first, thighs shaking, flooding Lily's mouth.
Then Clara, clenching around me so hard I followed her over, filling her up while she watched Lily lick her daughter clean.
We weren't done.
Vanessa pulled Lily up, kissed her deep, tasting herself on Lily's tongue.
"Your final guess," she whispered. "Who's going to fuck you now?"
She guided Lily onto all fours. Positioned me behind her.
I slid in slow. Lily was tiny, tight, burning hot. She dropped to her elbows, moaning into the blanket.
Clara laid underneath her in 69, licking where we joined, sucking Lily's clit every time I pulled out.
Vanessa knelt in front of Lily, fed her two fingers, then three, fucking her mouth in time with my thrusts.
Lily lost the ability to guess anything. She just sobbed with pleasure.
I came deep inside her, hips jerking, Clara's tongue still swirling over both of us.
When I pulled out, Clara licked Lily clean, then kissed her slow and sweet, sharing my cum between their mouths.
Vanessa untied the blindfold.
Lily blinked up at us, eyes glazed, lips swollen.
"Hi," she whispered, voice hoarse. "Can I… lose another bet next week?"
We all laughed, pulled her into the tangle of bodies on the blanket.
Clara stroked her hair. "Sweetheart, you can lose every day if you want."
Wine forgotten. Candles burning low.
The four of us stayed there until dawn: touching, tasting, learning every inch of new skin.
This wasn't a family anymore.
This was a religion.
And we had just gained our first disciple.
Clara's 39th birthday fell on a perfect Saturday in early spring.
The villa smelled like vanilla candles and fresh lilies—Vanessa's doing. Balloons in soft gold drifted from the ceiling. A cake waited on the counter, untouched.
Clara didn't want cake.
She didn't want jewelry, or a spa day, or even the designer handbag Vanessa had hidden in the closet as backup.
She wanted one thing.
"Twenty-four hours," she said that morning, standing in our bedroom wearing nothing but a thin gold chain around her waist and a flushed smile. "From now until tomorrow morning, I don't come unless both of you say yes. Out loud. Together."
Vanessa's eyes lit up like I'd never seen. "Permission play. Fuck, Mom, you're filthy."
Clara bit her lip. "I trust you two to ruin me."
We started gentle.
Breakfast on the terrace. Clara sat between us in a silk robe that gaped open every time she reached for her coffee. Vanessa fed her strawberries, letting juice drip onto Clara's chest, then licking it off slow. I traced lazy circles on her inner thigh under the table, stopping whenever her breath hitched too hard.
By noon she was trembling.
We moved to the bedroom. Tied her wrists loosely to the headboard with silk scarves—not tight, just enough to remind her she wasn't in control. Vanessa produced a small vibrator, the quiet pink one Clara loved.
We took turns.
I held it against her clit on the lowest setting while Vanessa sucked slow, deep marks into her breasts. When Clara's hips started bucking, begging, we pulled away.
"Please… babies… I'm so close…"
"Not yet," we said in unison.
She sobbed, but it was the good kind.
Afternoon: poolside.
We oiled her body until she gleamed. Vanessa ate her out on a lounger, tongue slow and thorough, fingers curling inside her until Clara was chanting our names. I knelt by her head, feeding her my cock, letting her suck greedily.
Right as her thighs started shaking, Vanessa stopped. I pulled out of her mouth.
Clara actually growled.
Evening: dinner we never finished.
We laid her on the dining table like the feast. Whipped cream on her nipples. Chocolate sauce drizzled between her legs. We licked her clean inch by inch.
I fucked her slow while Vanessa sat on the table in front of her, letting Clara eat her pussy. Every time Clara got close, I stopped thrusting. Vanessa lifted off her face.
Clara was crying now, tears of pure frustration, body shaking, pussy dripping onto the marble.
"Beg," Vanessa whispered.
"Please," Clara gasped. "Please let me come. I'll do anything. I'm yours. Both of yours. Please…"
"Not yet," we said again.
Midnight.
We carried her to bed, legs too weak to walk. Laid her in the center.
Lily had arrived an hour earlier—Vanessa's surprise guest. She watched from the armchair, eyes wide, fingers between her own thighs, but we hadn't let her join yet.
Now we did.
Vanessa straddled Clara's face. I slid between Clara's legs, cock throbbing from hours of denial myself. Lily knelt beside us, sucking Clara's nipples, fingers teasing her clit in feather-light circles.
We brought her to the edge again and again.
Clara was incoherent. Babbling. Tears streaming. Body arched so hard her back barely touched the sheets.
Finally, at 11:58 p.m.—twenty-four hours almost complete—Vanessa looked at me over Clara's trembling body.
"Now?" she asked, voice rough.
I nodded.
"Yes," we said together.
I slammed into her hard. Vanessa ground down on her mouth. Lily pinched both nipples sharp and perfect.
Clara screamed into Vanessa's pussy.
Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave: violent, endless, whole body convulsing. She squirted—actually squirted—soaking my thighs, the sheets, everything. Wave after wave until she was limp, gasping, eyes rolled back.
We didn't stop.
I kept thrusting through it, filling her seconds later with a groan that felt like it came from my soul.
Vanessa came on her tongue right after.
Lily crawled up, kissed Clara deep, sharing the taste of all of us.
We untied her wrists. Massaged her arms. Held her while she floated in aftershocks.
Clara's voice was hoarse when she finally spoke.
"Best… birthday… ever."
Sunday morning she couldn't walk straight. We carried her to the bath, washed her gently, fed her breakfast in bed.
She spent the day curled between us, sore and smiling, pussy still twitching every time we brushed against her.
Vanessa traced the gold chain around her waist. "Next year you turn forty. Think you can handle forty-eight hours?"
Clara laughed, weak and happy. "Only if you two promise to break me harder."
I kissed her temple. "We promise."