The bathroom air hung thick and heavy, steam from our heated bodies mingling with the lingering citrus of Kaho's lotion and the raw, musky scent of fresh sex. I was still buried deep inside her, cock softening slowly in the velvet grip of her shaved pussy, her walls fluttering with aftershocks around me. Thick ropes of my cum pulsed out with every faint twitch, overflowing her tight hole—creamy white strands leaking down her inner thighs, dripping in slow rivulets onto the countertop below. Her athletic ass pressed back against my hips, cheeks flushed pink from my grip, shaved lips stretched and glazed, puffy from the pounding.
Kaho's reflection in the mirror was pure satisfied mischief—blue eyes half-lidded, lips swollen from our kisses, blonde hair damp and wild. She ground back lazily, milking the last drops from me with a playful clench. "Mmm, feel that? Your cum so deep in your little sister's pussy... leaking out already." Her voice was breathy, giggling low as she reached back between her legs, fingers scooping the messy overflow—bringing them to her mouth for a slow, deliberate lick, tongue swirling the salty mix.
I groaned, pulling out inch by inch with a wet, obscene slide—her shaved entrance gaping slightly, more cum bubbling out in a thick gush, trailing down her plump lips to her clit. The sight was filthy perfection: her bare mound shiny with our combined juices, inner folds pink and fluttering, hole clenching on nothing now.
We were tangled in the afterglow, my hands still on her hips, her body leaning back against my chest—when the door creaked open.
No knock. No warning.
Karin stood there, auburn hair loose over her shoulders, wearing nothing but a loose tank top and panties—green eyes widening as she took in the scene. The mirror reflected it all mercilessly: Kaho bent over the sink, leggings pooled at her ankles, shaved pussy on full display dripping my load; me behind her, cock glistening and half-hard, slick with her creams and my cum.
Time froze. My heart hammered—expecting shock, anger, tears. But Karin's cheeks flushed deep pink instead, her gaze dropping straight to Kaho's creampied slit, then to my cock, lingering there with unmistakable heat. Her nipples hardened visibly through the tank, poking stiff against the fabric, and she shifted her thighs together subtly, a faint damp spot forming on her panties.
"You... you two..." she whispered, voice husky, not accusatory—curious, almost awed. She stepped inside fully, closing the door soft behind her, peach scent blooming fresh as she moved closer.
Kaho straightened slowly, turning with a wicked grin—no shame, just bubbly delight. Cum trailed down her thighs as she faced Karin, shaved mound gleaming obscenely under the light. "Caught us, sis," she purred, reaching out to tug Karin's hand. "Jealous? Or... wanna see up close?"
Karin's breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. Her eyes flicked between us—my cock twitching back to life under her stare, Kaho's dripping pussy leaving wet spots on the tile. Then, slowly, she reached out—fingers trembling as they brushed Kaho's thigh, tracing upward, scooping a bead of my cum leaking from her sister's shaved lips.
The touch was electric. Kaho moaned softly, spreading her legs wider, inviting. Karin brought the creamy finger to her lips—tasting hesitantly at first, then deeper, tongue lapping it clean. "Tastes like... him," she murmured, eyes locking on mine, dark with arousal now. "Our brother... inside you."
I stepped closer, cock hardening fully again at the sight—two sisters, shaved and needy, sharing my load. Karin leaned in, kissing Kaho slow and deep—tongues tangling, sharing the flavor, soft whimpers echoing in the tiled room. Kaho's hand slid under Karin's tank, palming her breast; Karin's fingers dipped lower, grazing Kaho's slick folds, feeling the messy creampie firsthand—pushing a dollop back inside gently, making Kaho buck and giggle into the kiss.
They broke apart breathlessly, turning to me with matching knowing smiles—Karin's shy but heated, Kaho's bold and playful. Karin's hand wrapped around my slick cock then, stroking slow with cum-slick fingers, while Kaho pressed against my side, hard nipples grazing my arm.
"Guess the secret's out," Karin whispered, thumb circling my head, spreading the mixed juices. "Both of us... wanting you."
Kaho nodded, nipping my ear. "And maybe... we can share properly next time."
The realization hit me like a rush—blood pounding south, cock throbbing in Karin's grip. The game wasn't doubling. It was multiplying. Two shaved sisters, creampied and craving more, their scents—peach and citrus—wrapping around me in the steam.
But as they pulled back teasingly, clothes half-adjusted, cum still dripping down Kaho's thighs, I caught a faint sound down the hall—a door creaking, soft footsteps.
Ririka? The youngest, shyest one... listening?
The triad tease had begun—but the bathroom's secrets were about to welcome a third.
The house settled into a new rhythm after that night—charged, electric, the air thick with unspoken agreements. Karin and Kaho moved around each other with sly glances and shared smiles, their scents trailing through the halls like invitations: peach and citrus mingling whenever they passed too close. They'd drag me into the bathroom separately or together now—quick, heated sessions where I'd alternate between their shaved pussies, thrusting deep until I flooded one while the other watched, fingers buried in her own slick heat. Cum dripped from both of them more often than not, staining the bathmat in overlapping patterns, the tiles echoing with layered moans.
But I couldn't shake the feeling we were being watched. Soft creaks in the hallway at odd hours. A shadow flickering under Ririka's door. Our youngest sister—17, quiet and bookish with long dark hair always tied back, big brown eyes behind glasses, and a swimmer's lean body—had been keeping to herself more than usual. She'd blush and stammer if I caught her eye, hurrying away with a book clutched to her chest. Innocent Ririka, the one who'd always been the baby of the family, still smooth-shaven from years on the swim team, a habit she never broke even after quitting.
It started with whispers. Late one night, after a particularly messy session with both Karin and Kaho—me finishing deep inside Kaho while Karin licked her clit, then switching to creampie Karin doggy-style over the counter—I heard giggling from the living room downstairs. Feminine voices, low and conspiratorial, carrying up the stairs.
Slipping out of the bathroom, cock still slick and half-hard, I crept to the landing and listened.
"...bathroom magic, seriously," Kaho's bubbly voice teased. "His cock is so thick—stretches you just right, and when he cums inside... god, it's warm and full, leaking out for hours."
Karin's softer laugh followed, husky with memory. "You should have seen the first time. I was so tight, but once he got in... couldn't stop clenching around him. And the creampies—feels so wrong, but I crave it now. Our brother's cum dripping from my shaved pussy..."
More giggles, then Kaho: "Think Riri suspects? She's been weird—always in the bathroom longer lately."
"Probably just curious," Karin murmured. "She's at that age. And with the house empty... who knows."
My cock twitched at the thought—innocent Ririka, overhearing, imagining. I retreated quietly, but the seed was planted.
The next morning confirmed it. I passed the bathroom door—ajar again, a pattern now—and caught the faint scent of vanilla lotion, Ririka's signature: soft, sweet, understated. Steam wafted out gently, not from a shower but from the warm air inside. Peering through the crack, my breath caught.
She was perched on the closed toilet lid, legs parted wide in loose sleep shorts pushed aside, applying lotion meticulously. Her swimmer's body was lithe and toned—small breasts under a thin camisole, nipples faintly visible through the fabric, dark hair cascading over one shoulder as she focused downward.
But it was lower that stole my air: her pussy fully exposed, shaved completely smooth from swim habit—mound pale and flawless, lips delicately plump and pink, pressed together neatly with just the faintest seam. Not swollen like her sisters' from constant arousal, but pristine, innocent—inner folds barely peeking, a natural gloss from the lotion she was rubbing in slow, careful circles.
Her fingers glided over her thighs first, then higher—spreading the vanilla-scented cream over her bare mound, tracing the outer lips with feather-light touches. The motion parted them slightly, revealing the tight, virgin-pink entrance—clenching faintly as her fingers "accidentally" brushed closer, a soft exhale escaping her lips. She was breathing quicker now, cheeks flushed behind her glasses, eyes half-closed as if lost in thought.
The mirror across from her reflected everything if she glanced up: her spread legs, shaved pussy glistening with lotion, fingers dipping just between the folds now—spreading it deeper, grazing her untouched clit until it peeked out, small and hardening subtly.
She knew the door was unlocked. Had to. And when her gaze flicked toward the crack—brown eyes meeting mine through the gap for a split second—she didn't stop. Didn't cover. Instead, her fingers circled slower, lotion making slick sounds in the quiet room, her lower lip caught between teeth as another soft sigh slipped out.
"F-feels nice... smooth like this," she whispered to herself—or maybe to the shadow she sensed watching. Her free hand adjusted her camisole, brushing over one nipple accidentally-on-purpose, making it stiffen visibly.
My cock hardened painfully in my pants, throbbing at the sight of her innocent exploration—shaved perfection on display, vanilla scent drifting out to mix with the faint, emerging musk of her arousal. Juices gathered subtly at her entrance, mixing with the lotion, a single bead threatening to trail down.
But she stopped short, legs closing with a shy tremble, pulling her shorts back into place. Hopping down, she padded to the door—pausing just inside, peeking out into the hall as if checking if I'd bite.
I stepped back, but not far. Her eyes found mine fully now, wide and blushing deep red. "O-oh... morning," she stammered, voice small, but her thighs pressed together subtly, hiding the dampness I knew was there.
"Morning, Riri," I managed, voice rough. She hurried past, vanilla trailing like a hook, her hip brushing my arm—soft, warm, electric.
That evening, it escalated. Another unlocked door, more lotion time. This time, she left the mirror angled just so—full view as she lotioned her inner thighs higher, fingers parting her shaved lips deliberately now, exposing the slick pink core briefly. A quiet whimper escaped when she grazed her clit, hips twitching.
She was peeking too—watching the door in the reflection, waiting, inviting notice.
The whispers had reached her. And innocent Ririka was starting to play—shy, tentative, but undeniably curious. The bathroom's pull was extending to her now, vanilla joining peach and citrus in the steam.
The secrets were whispering louder—and her shaved innocence was listening.