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CHAPTER FIVE

The three of us walked up the street side by side, without touching, clothes barely brushing. Connor, his hands buried in his pockets, led the way, so I couldn't know what was going through his head. Sujin had a small grin that wouldn't falter as she watched him closely too. The air seemed heavy with a tension that neither of them wanted to cut, and I didn't even dare make a sound.

When he opened the building's door for us, I noticed that he couldn't repress his smile either, though. He hungrily watched us walk in, one after the other. And we found ourselves in their huge elevator, each leaning on a side, glancing at each other thoughtfully. I was actively focusing on the muscles of his arms, the only thing that could distract me from my nervousness.

Arrived at their floor, Sujin's the one that unlocked the door, with the key she'd kept all this time. She'd never intended to go to any hotel, I realized. But I wasn't mad at her for it. When I entered the apartment, where we'd even left our bags, my heart was pounding at a thousand beat per minute. I could tell that I was still drunk from the fact that my visual field was drastically reduced, but otherwise, I felt hyperaware of my surroundings.

No one had flicked the light on, so we remained in the dark. Though, the moonlight, coming from the high windows was enough for us to see. And I was determined not to make a single move of my own accord. I remained standing in the middle of the room, waiting.

After hanging his rosary on a nail by the door, Connor finally broke the silence, too well-raised a host not to ask: "Anyone want a drink?"

"I think we've had enough," Sujin answered for me. Her body was slightly wavering too, as if she was swaying to a song in her head. She was staring intently into my eyes, so as to read there everything she needed to know. I granted her a small smile. So, she understood I had surrendered myself to her.

"Come here, Connor," she called him, and he strode to her side.

He grabbed her jaw to try and kiss her, but she averted her head. So he looked at her quizzically, and she couldn't help grinning. Then, she gestured at me with her chin:

"Undress her."

Damn, that sufficed to raise goosebumps on my whole body. I knew she could be authoritative, but I'd never heard that voice before. He still searched my gaze to make sure I was okay with this, and, upon seeing the fire in his widened pupils, I bit my lip in breathless anticipation.

Therefore, he leisurely walked behind me, so that we would both face my sister. His hands landed delicately on my hips, taking hold of the hem of my t-shirt. He took his time, but my breath still hitched as he pulled it unhurriedly above my head. When he discarded it, my arms reflexively covered my bra.

I felt his lips nip lightly at my ear, his hot breath in my tied-up hair, while his arms circled my waist and reached for the button of my shorts. I swallowed hard when he opened them. His thumb caressing the skin on my stomach. Staring at him behind me, Sujin had an intense look in her eyes, and I could only surmise that he was returning it right back.

Next, her gaze followed him, while he slid the piece of clothing down with him. His fingers grazing my legs all the way. As he kneeled behind me, his nose and mouth brushed against my lower back.

I had never felt so exposed, and it was strangely exhilarating.

She quickly checked with me that I was still alright, before she clarified: "All of it."

He got back on his feet, so his knuckles could slightly scrape from the line of my hair, down my nape, following my spine so he could then unhook my bra. I watched it fall on the floor in a daze. Now, his fingers trailed down my sides, kneading my hips once before his thumbs slipped, on either side, under the fabric of my panties.

Once again, he expertly pulled the garment down, the contact between our skins ever-so light but always present. He then laid one kiss on my butt cheek, and my knees almost buckled.

"Stand up," She ordered. And he still immediately complied. There was a suspended second during which I thought I felt a cool flow of air making my bare body shiver. Then:

"Touch her now."

I gasped when his arms suddenly snaked around my stomach, then slithered up, underneath my breasts, before he grasped them both, pushing me back against his torso. While his face nuzzled my hair, one of his hand reached up my chest, then my throat, to get to my jaw and force me to turn my head toward him. He captured my lips, his tongue instantly sneaking inside, hungrily brushing mine, and I moaned in his mouth.

I had never felt such overwhelming desire.

When we breathlessly broke away, Sujin reached behind her head to untie her own dress.

So, I watched him watch her with a smoldering look, while one of his hand massaged my breast and the one inked 'Veritas' slid down my body, down my lower stomach, played with the hair on its way, to finally cup my crotch when her dress had fallen on the floor.

He teased both my nipple and my neither regions while she got rid of her bra. He brushed my clit when she got out of her panties. And I yelped.

I should have been ready for this, but I wasn't. Nothing in my life had prepared me for those sensations.

She eventually walked up to us, reached for him around me and kissed him avidly above my shoulder. The hand on my breast left me to touch her, but the other one just became hectic. It was rubbing on me in such a delicious way that I couldn't care less when he pulled my sister closer. Her breasts crushing mine, her own groin pressing on the back of his feverish hand, his tongue switching back and forth from her mouth to my ear. I was moaning uncontrollably at this point.

As I was pushed roughly against him too, with his belt buckle boring into the small of my back, I could now feel how hard he was through the fabric of his jeans. How affected he was as well by all this.

I had one hand lost in his hair, and the other reached behind him to claw his jeans and wrench his bulge tighter against my butt. When he groaned in my ear, accelerating the motion of his hand, I gave up all pretense of control.

I came undone between them, freed from any inhibition. And he didn't allow me to rest until I had cried my last cry.

Sujin moved back to let him lower me gently down to his bed. In my hazy state, I still noted how she was flushed and trembling too, her heavy eyes gleaming. She was finally starting to lose her cool.

They let me recover for a moment, but my own eyes were still wide open. As they both stood in front of me, facing each other now, she stepped up to him. When his hands reached for her, she swatted them away with a smile. She was taking back control. His jaw was gritting now, as he itched to steal it from her.

Even then, he allowed her to tug on his t-shirt, pulling it above his head. Her dainty fingers danced on his pecs, frolicked on his abs, then toyed with the light hair of his happy trail. Then, keeping her own naked chest barely an inch away from his, she unbuckled his belt. His head instinctively leaned forward to lay his mouth on her, but she wouldn't let him yet. While she opened his jeans, brushing ever-so lightly over his boxer shorts, she still kept her lips hovering above his inviting golden skin without granting him a kiss.

He whimpered with want. I just sat back through my afterglow, enjoying the show. I was eager to contemplate him in all his naked glory, and Sujin granted my silent plea. He was all muscle, lean and tight. And down there, well, let's just say he did not disappoint. Only when she had rid him of every single piece of clothing, did she let her hand finally travel to his aching length. And when she began stroking him slowly, he inhaled sharply. His eyes shut tight and his mouth opened.

So, she could not resist biting his lower lip. And it gave him permission to lash out on her. His arms circling her small frame, he kissed her roughly, and one hand descended onto her ass, leaving red marks on its trail, before he yanked her thigh up against his own waist. Her hands had to leave his crotch so she could grab his shoulders and steady herself. He flushed her hard against his body. They remained standing as he was leaning her backward with his passion. I was mesmerized.

Though, grinding fiercely against her wasn't enough, and he suddenly lifted her up, to bring her swiftly down on the bed beside me. As soon as he pushed her back against the mattress, not breaking their hungry kiss, his hand reached for me. I had almost shifted away from them, unconsciously, to give them space, but he drew me back in. One of his thighs finding its place between my legs, his palm crushing my breast while his fingers dug into my flesh, and his mouth finally leaving her to nip and lick my neck.

And I finally realized I could touch him too. So awestruck was I. His skin was warm and smooth and tight. And I couldn't help my nails mercilessly scratching it, as my body writhed against him.

He was keeping us nailed side by side on the mattress, one hand for each and rubbing his thighs against our core, making us both moan as he groaned with his tongue in my ear, his penis stroking itself between our hips.

I don't know how my sister managed to escape his grasp – nor why she would ever want to do that –, but she suddenly disappeared. And if he took a second to wonder the same thing, he then promptly turned back to me. Our eyes met, and he threw me another of his devastating smiles. I let out a giggle while he'd already dived back on my skin.

The sheer force of his assault was pushing me up the bed as he embedded himself into me. I couldn't get enough of him.

And he feverishly sook entrance now, and my ankles locked behind his back. I fucking wanted him.

Though, his crushing touch suddenly became lighter. I opened my eyes to find Sujin pulling him back with a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to straighten up.

"Tsk, tsk. Easy now you two." Her crooning had a hint of snickering sadism, telling me she loved to be cruel.

"On your knees. Ass on your heels," she continued to order him. She was enjoying this power way too much.

Though I finally noticed that she was holding a condom in her other hand. Smart move, sis. How drunk was I that I almost forgot that? And the spark of realization in his eye informed me he'd been as lost in the moment as myself.

She tore it open, and carefully placed the item along his length, taking her time, teasing him into agony. I figured it was only fair that she got her turn now. However, she glanced at me with a smile:

"Now, straddle him."

I gaped at her for a second before she raised an eyebrow at me like a stern teacher, daring me to disobey. So, I complied again as if I was hypnotized by her.

Trembling with lust, I positioned myself above him, then, gradually descended on his throbbing member. We both let out a quivering moan.

His hands flew to my thighs, though she slapped them away: "Huh-uh, no touching."

"Ye're killing me lass…" he muttered. But she wrenched his upper body backward on the edge of the bed, so he had to grab the mattress not to fall. "Stay," she jokingly whispered in his ear.

With my hand on his shoulder to steady me, I started to move down on him under both their watchful eyes. And the feeling was so fucking exquisite that I had to quicken the pace.

"Whoa, slow down now, sis," she chuckled.

No way.

But she swiftly found herself behind me and wrapped her arms around my chest to stop all motion. Though both his and my hips were kind of having a mind of their own by then. However, when she also pulled me backward, throwing me off balance, I had no grip left. And naturally, she took charge of everything.

"No touching, I said."

She started moving my whole body up and down oh-so-slowly, without leaving me an inch of control. The sensations of the new angle, as we both leaned away from each other, were blinding. Her torturous pace was leaving the both of us breathless. He kept his eyes tightly shut now, every muscle taut. The feeling seemed multiplied by the fact that our only parts touching were the most sensitive and aching.

Now, the pace was way too slow to allow him to get his release. I, on the other hand, was rapidly climbing toward the edge. My breath was erratic, my whole body shaking. They were gradually, inevitably, pushing me over it. When she saw that, Sujin let a finger sneakily reach down my stomach and briskly brushed my clit. I clenched. He growled. That did it.

I exploded.

It was like a slow-motion firework that suddenly lit the sky. I cried out madly. Bucked uncontrollably. And she eventually let me fall off his laps and on my back.

I laid there in a haze for a second, before I heard her breathe: "Now you can fuck me."

I was barely able to get focus in time to see him lunge at her. It was like she had unleashed a beast. And she was all ready for him.

He grabbed her, unceremoniously flipped her over, and pushed her against the wall. His fingers slid swiftly between her legs and entered her forcefully. He still wanted to make sure she was ripe for the taking.

Oh, she was.

So he immediately entered her from behind. Starving and blunt. And started frantically ramming into her. He needed some deliverance. Now.

"God yes, Connor!" she called out, and that made him thrust harder even.

It was wild and thrilling to witness. Violent and raw. Both their faces a picture of pure ecstasy. And it wasn't long until she came apart, screaming his name repeatedly. So he unloaded everything in turn, with spasms and roar.

"Fuck!"

They ultimately collapsed back on the bed beside me. And when he felt my presence, his arm swiftly wrapped around my frame, pulling me closer and hugging me tight, his muscles still twitching.

"Jesus fucking Christ, girls!"

We both giggled on either side of his chest. He was still panting, and his fast-beating pulse made no sign of slowing down. He closed his eyes in exhaustion.

God it felt good. Sujin and I exchanged a knowing glance; my hand was tracing lazy circles on his pecs, but she looked spent. I was too, but my mind was still racing. This had just been spectacular. And I was already thinking of how we could push the experiment further. All the variations, the positions, I could think of. And I considered myself far from experienced, so I could count on their two filthy brains to invent new arrangements I couldn't even imagine.

That's why I didn't feel myself unwillingly falling deep into slumber.