Nami pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor.
She was wearing shorts and nothing else. No bra. She'd come from the inn in a hurry. Her hair was messy from sleep and her eyes were sharp and her ears were pink and she stood in the doorway of her sister's bedroom looking at me in her sister's bed with tangerine juice on my chin.
Nojiko didn't move. She sat cross-legged on the bed, naked, the half-peeled tangerine still in her hands. She looked at Nami the way she looked at everything. Direct. Assessing. Not surprised.
"Are you performing for me or for him?" Nojiko said.
"Shut up." Nami walked to the bed. Her eyes on me. She climbed onto the mattress and straddled my lap and kissed me.
Hard. Her hands on my face. Her mouth open. She tasted like sleep and brandy and the particular ferocity of Nami when she had something to prove. She kissed me like she was trying to erase the tangerine. Like she was writing over whatever Nojiko had left.
Behind her, Nojiko watched. Ate a tangerine segment. Chewed.
"She always leads with the mouth," Nojiko said. To no one.
Nami broke the kiss. Didn't turn around. "I will kill you."
"You won't." Nojiko ate another segment. "You're busy."
Nami kissed me again. Harder. Her tongue in my mouth, her hips grinding against my stomach. I was already getting hard. She could feel it. She pressed down against it and made a satisfied sound into the kiss.
She pulled back. Looked at Nojiko over her shoulder. Looked at me. The pink ears. The set jaw. She was calculating. Nami was always calculating.
"Fine," she said. To herself. To the room. "Fine."
She pulled her shorts off. Kicked them to the floor. Naked. In her sister's bed. In the morning light. She was smaller than Nojiko. Narrower shoulders, smaller breasts, leaner frame. But her legs were longer. The muscle in her calves. The curve of her thighs. She knew what she had.
Nojiko set the tangerine on the windowsill. Uncrossed her legs. She didn't perform getting ready. She just was. Naked and unbothered, her body still flushed from three rounds, the scratch marks on her hips from my hands still pink.
Two women. Both naked. Both looking at me. I was on my back between them and my cock was hard against my stomach and I was looking at both of them and they were looking at each other through me. Not at each other. Through me. I was the center of whatever this was.
"So," Nami said. She put her hand on my chest. Flat. Her spot. Over my heart. "How does this work."
"However you want," I said.
"Wrong answer." She pinched my nipple. I flinched. "You decide. You're the one with two women in your bed."
"Your sister's bed."
"Don't remind me."
I pulled Nami down. Kissed her. Hard. My hand in her hair, my tongue in her mouth. She made a surprised sound against my lips and then kissed me back with the ferocity she brought to everything. Her hand on my jaw. Her teeth catching my lower lip. She kissed me like Nojiko wasn't there. Like the whole world was her mouth and mine.
I broke the kiss. Turned my head. Nojiko was right there. I pulled her down by the back of her neck and kissed her.
Different. Nojiko kissed like she did everything else. Direct. Thorough. No competition. Her mouth open, her tongue slow, the taste of tangerine still on her lips. She hummed into the kiss. Low. Unhurried.
Nami watched. Her jaw worked. Her hand tightened on my chest.
I pulled back from Nojiko. Turned to Nami. Kissed her again. She grabbed my face with both hands. Aggressive. Her tongue pushing into my mouth like she was reclaiming territory. She could taste her sister on my lips. I could feel the moment she registered it. The slight pause. The harder press of her mouth. The competitive edge sharpening.
Nojiko's mouth found my neck. While Nami kissed me, Nojiko was below my jaw, her lips on my throat, her tongue tracing the tendon. Warm. Her breath on the wet trail she left. She bit the side of my neck. Not hard. A graze of teeth. Tasting.
Nami pulled back from the kiss. Saw Nojiko on my neck. Her ears went pink. She leaned down and kissed the other side of my neck. Harder. Marking.
Two mouths on my neck. Nami biting. Nojiko licking. Both of them breathing against my skin and the dual sensation of warm breath from two directions made my cock twitch against my stomach.
Nojiko moved lower. Her mouth on my collarbone. My chest. Kissing down. Nami followed on the other side. Two mouths descending. Two sets of lips on my skin. The wet sound of them in the quiet room.
I wasn't going to just lie here.
I reached for Nami. My hand found her breast. Cupped it. Smaller than Nojiko's. Her nipple already hard against my palm. I squeezed and she gasped against my neck. My other hand found Nojiko. Her breast heavy, full, spilling over my fingers. I squeezed and she grunted against my chest.
I rolled both nipples between my fingers. Nami's response was sharp. A hiss. Her hips grinding against my thigh. Nojiko's response was a grunt. Low. Her mouth pausing on my chest. I pinched harder and Nami's teeth sank into my neck and Nojiko exhaled hard through her nose.
"He's good at that," Nojiko said. Against my skin. Observational. "The pressure is-"
I pinched harder. She stopped talking.
I sat up. Both women shifting as I moved. Nami in my lap. Nojiko beside me. I pulled Nami's chest to my mouth. Took her nipple between my lips and sucked.
"Ah-" She grabbed the back of my head. Pulled me tighter. Her nipple in my mouth, my tongue circling it, the hard peak between my lips. I sucked and her back arched and she ground against my lap. I could feel how wet she was against my thigh. The slick heat of her.
I bit. Gently. My teeth closing on her nipple. She yelped. Pulled my hair. I didn't let go. Sucked harder. The nipple swelling in my mouth, the skin around it flushing pink.
"Don't you- ah- don't stop-"
I switched. Turned to Nojiko. Took her nipple in my mouth. Bigger. Darker. The taste of her skin different. Saltier. I sucked and she made the sound she always made. Open. From deep in her chest. No performance. She put her hand on the back of my head the same way Nami had, but gentler. Guiding, not pulling.
Nami watched my mouth on Nojiko. Her hand found her own nipple. Still wet from my mouth. She squeezed it. Her eyes on me, her jaw tight, the competitive fire burning behind her pupils.
I bit Nojiko's nipple. She grunted. Her hips shifted. "Harder."
I bit harder. She exhaled. Her hand tightened in my hair. "Nn. Yeah."
Back to Nami. Her other breast. The nipple I hadn't touched yet. I licked it first. A flat drag of my tongue. She shivered. Then I sucked it into my mouth and worked it with my tongue while my hand found Nojiko's breast and kept kneading. Two women at once. My mouth on one, my hand on the other.
Nami was breathing faster. Her grinding on my thigh getting wetter. Nojiko's hand was between her own legs now, slow circles, her eyes half-closed while I worked her breast.
I pulled back. Both nipples standing out. Nami's pink and swollen. Nojiko's dark and shining with spit. Both women flushed. Both breathing hard. Both looking at me.
Nojiko moved first. Slid down the bed. Her mouth found my cock where it pressed against my stomach, hard, leaking. Her tongue dragged up the underside from base to tip and I groaned.
Nami's eyes snapped to her sister. She slid down the opposite side. Her hand wrapped around the shaft. Squeezed.
"This is mine," she said.
"Shared," Nojiko said. Her tongue circling the head.
Nami's jaw tightened. She leaned down. Took the head from Nojiko's tongue, into her mouth. Her lips sealed around it and she sucked and Nojiko dropped to the shaft, licking, and they found their positions. Nami on top. Nojiko below. Not willing to be outdone.
Two mouths. Nami aggressive at the top, sucking hard, her tongue circling the head, her lips tight. Nojiko slow at the bottom, her tongue flat, her mouth open, licking the shaft with the unhurried patience of a woman who had nowhere to be.
The sound of them layered together. Nami's sharp sucking, the pop of her lips. Nojiko's slow licking, the drag of her tongue. Both breathing through their noses, and I looked down and saw two heads. Orange hair and blue. Two mouths working. The visual hit me in the chest.
Nami pulled back. Pumped with her hand. Spit on the head. Took me again. Deeper. She was competing. Not with me. With the sounds Nojiko was pulling out of me. Every time Nojiko's tongue dragged across the base and I groaned, Nami sucked harder.
I put my hand in Nami's hair. She pushed into my grip. I put my other hand on Nojiko's shoulder. She leaned into the touch. Both of them taking what I offered without looking at each other.
Nojiko shifted. Took one of my balls in her mouth. Gentle. The soft suction making my legs tense. Nami felt me twitch and pulled off to look. Saw what her sister was doing. Her ears went impossibly pink. She swallowed. Went back to the head. Took me deeper to compensate. Her throat worked around me and I groaned and Nojiko hummed against me and the dual vibration nearly ended it.
"Am I better." Nami. Pulling off. Pumping. Saliva running down her hand.
"Different."
"That's not what I asked." She took me deep. Pulled back gasping, eyes watering. "Say I'm better."
Nojiko released me with a pop. Licked up the shaft from the base to Nami's fist. "He's not going to say it. You both know that."
Nami glared at her. Then at me. Then took me all the way down. Nose against my stomach. Held it longer than ever. Came up gasping and Nojiko immediately took her place, mouth on the head, the warmth unbroken. The seamless transition made my hips jerk off the bed.
Nami wiped her chin. Leaned back in. Licked the shaft while Nojiko sucked the head. Tongues overlapping from different angles. The wet sound of it obscene in the morning quiet.
I was close. They could both tell. Nami from my abs. Nojiko from the twitch against her tongue.
I pulled them both off. Hand in Nami's hair, hand on Nojiko's shoulder. They looked up at me. Both. At the same time. From their knees. Mouths wet. Eyes bright. Waiting.
"Bed," I said. "Both of you."
Nami went first. She lay on her back. Spread. Looking up at me. Daring me.
I went down on her. My mouth on her while Nojiko watched from the edge of the bed. Nami was wet. Had been since she'd walked in. The taste of her sharp and familiar. I pushed two fingers inside her, curled them, and her back arched off the mattress.
"Ah- right-" She grabbed the sheets. Her thighs clamped around my head. "Right there, don't-"
I sucked her clit. My fingers working inside her, the curl and press finding the spot that made her voice crack. She was tighter than last night. The morning having reset her body. Every sensation amplified by being watched.
She knew Nojiko was there. That awareness made her louder. Not performative. Reactive. Every sound bigger because there was an audience. Her back arched higher. Her grip on the sheets tighter. The wet sound of my fingers louder because Nami was proving something even now.
Nojiko's hand found my back. Not sexual. Grounding. Her palm flat between my shoulder blades while I ate her sister. Her energy flowing into me. Warm. Earthy. The cultivation boost making my tongue work faster, my fingers press harder. Nami's hips bucked against my face.
"Nn- fuck- there- harder-"
I gave her harder. My fingers driving into the spot, my tongue flat against her clit, the suction relentless. I added a third finger. She yelped. The stretch making her thighs shake. I fucked her with my hand, three fingers deep, the squelch of it filling the room. My other hand on her hip holding her down because she was grinding so hard she was sliding up the bed.
Her sounds changed. The competitive edge dissolving into something real. Raw. Her hand left the sheets and grabbed my hair and held me against her. Not pulling. Pressing. Keeping me where she needed me. Her heels digging into my back. Her abs contracting on every thrust of my fingers.
"Kai- don't stop- don't you fucking stop-"
I worked her until she was gripping the headboard and her back was bowed off the bed and she was close, so close, the rhythmic clench of her body around my fingers telling me she was seconds away.
I pulled out. Pulled my mouth off. She made a sound of pure outrage.
"What the FUCK-"
She sat up. Her face flushed. Her chest heaving. Her juices glistening on her thighs. She looked at me with murder in her eyes.
"Are you serious right now."
"Nojiko's turn."
"I was RIGHT THERE." She grabbed my arm. Her nails dug in. "I was literally about to-"
"I know." I kissed her. She bit my lip. Hard. Blood. I pulled back and she was breathing through her nose and her ears were the darkest pink I'd ever seen.
"I hate you," she said. She didn't mean it. Her body was vibrating. The denied orgasm making every nerve raw. She lay back down on the bed. Seething. Her hand went between her legs and I caught her wrist.
"Don't."
"You can't tell me not to-"
"Wait."
She stared at me. I held her wrist. She could have pulled free. She didn't. Her jaw worked. Her eyes were furious and bright and so turned on she was shaking.
"Fine," she said. Through her teeth. "But if she comes before me I'm leaving."
She wouldn't leave. We both knew it.
Nojiko lay down beside her sister. Spread her legs without ceremony. Looked at me. "She's going to kill you for that."
"Probably."
I put my mouth on Nojiko. Earth and salt and depth. She tasted like she'd already been fucked three times today because she had. I pushed two fingers inside and she was wider, wetter, still open from the morning. My fingers slid in without resistance and she grunted at the familiar contact.
"Nn- yeah. You know where."
I knew where. The spot on her front wall that made her abs contract. I pressed it and she exhaled hard and her hips pushed against my hand. Nami had been tight and clenching in sharp pulses. Nojiko squeezed in long, slow waves. Deeper. Wetter. A body that had been opened up and wanted to be opened again.
I worked her. My tongue on her clit, my fingers curling, the wet sound of her filling the room. The squelch of my fingers was louder with Nojiko. Wetter. She was dripping onto the sheets and she didn't care. My hand was soaked to the wrist.
Nami watched. On her side. One hand between her own legs, hovering, not touching. Her teeth in her lower lip. Her eyes on my mouth on Nojiko. The frustration of being edged and the fascination of watching mixed on her face.
Nojiko started narrating. She always did. "You're better at this than the first time." Her voice was steady. Almost. "The angle's improved. The pressure is-" I sucked her clit and pressed her spot at the same time and she lost the thread. "Nn- okay. The pressure is- ah- is very-"
I curled my fingers harder. Added a third. She stopped talking. Her hands found the sheets. Her hips rolling against my face. The narration gone. Just sound. Nojiko's sounds. Open, guttural, from deep in her chest. The sounds she never tried to hide.
I pushed deeper. My tongue circling her clit in tight loops while my fingers stretched her and pressed. She was so wet the sounds were obscene. The slick squelch on every thrust of my hand. Her thighs fell further apart. Giving me everything. No shame. No performance. Just Nojiko, open, taking what she wanted.
"That's- nn- right- ah- don't stop-"
I worked her to the edge. Felt the telltale clench starting. The rhythmic squeeze around my fingers. Her thighs tensing. Her stomach contracting. Close.
I pulled out. Pulled my mouth off.
Nojiko didn't scream. She stared at the ceiling. Breathed. Her stomach muscles twitching. The denied orgasm rippling through her in phantom waves. Then she turned her head and looked at me with the expression of a woman deciding how to dispose of a body.
"You're doing this on purpose."
"Yes."
"You're edging both of us."
"Yes."
"Bold strategy." Her voice was flat. But her thighs were trembling. "Considering we both know where you sleep."
From the other side of the bed, Nami: "I told you I hate him."
"You don't hate him," Nojiko said. Still looking at the ceiling. "You're so wet I can hear it from here."
"SHUT UP NOJIKO."
I positioned myself between them. Both on their backs. Both flushed, both swollen, both edged to breaking. Nami's hand on her own stomach, clenching, her body desperate. Nojiko's arms behind her head, patient on the surface, but the pulse in her throat was hammering.
My cock was hard between us. Aching. The dual oral and the taste of both of them and the edging had me wound tight too. They were both looking at it. Nami with hunger. Nojiko with appraisal.
"Who's first?" I said.
"Me." Nami. Immediate. No hesitation. She was already spreading her legs wider. Already reaching for me.
Nojiko shrugged. One shoulder. "Let her have it." She put her arm behind her head. Settled in. Looked at me with the patience of a woman who'd spent twenty years waiting for tangerines to ripen. "I'm patient."