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Perhaps she is.
Before she can fully seat herself on top of me, I place a hand on each hip and bring her against me in one swift movement. “I don’t know what either of you enjoy most when it is just the two of you, so in the interest of not wanting to push you outside of your comfort zone, we’re starting with the basics. Over the course of the night, I’m going to ask you for a color, and you’re going to tell me green if things are good, yellow if you need me to slow down or back off, and red if you need me to stop immediately. If something makes you uncomfortable—either of you,” I look away from my sister to meet Holly’s eyes, “say red, and everything stops without question. And while I’m going to ask you, to check in with you—you never need to wait for me to ask you to call red. Hell, even yellow, for that matter.”
Both women nod, but it isn’t enough. “Words, ladies. You’re both going to have to use your words today. Holly, what color are you?”
“Green,” she replies quickly, catching my eye and communicating that she understands how important it is to lay out this groundwork before diving into the main event.
“And you, my sweet sister. What’s your color, Baby Girl?” I nuzzle into the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet, peppermint smell that radiates from her year-round.
“Green,” she says. “Really fucking green.”
I chuckle at the enthusiastic consent, knowing it might not stay that way much longer. “Now tell me, if Holly were to tease your body with that scarf—sliding the fabric over your smooth skin,” I nod toward my sister, and Holly takes my cue, coming to stand in front of where we are both seated. Gently, she runs the scarf over my sister’s arms, bare except for the thinnest straps holding up her nightshirt. Holly trails the fabric over Noel’s creamy thighs and back up to lightly caress the exposed skin of her neck “What color would that be?”
Without hesitation, Noel supplies her answer. “Green.”
Again and again, we complete the same thing with the various implements I have scrounged up from around the house. I find myself proud of my sister when she deems all the things I’ve shown her as acceptable, despite the fact that I could still see the fear on her pretty face when I slapped her open palm with the back of the flat hairbrush, giving her only an idea of the sensation it could produce against her bare ass.
She has absolutely no idea how long I’ve had fantasies of turning her ass nice and red. And while most of them have come in the form of my bare hand against her bare ass—that feeling of skin against skin that has always been such a turn-on to me—I can’t deny that the loudthwackof the brush against her palm was enough to make my dick jump on its own accord while my sadistic little heart gave out a pitter patter of an almost musical beat I’ve never felt before.
The entire time, Holly has been nearby, serving as my kinky assistant. Bringing me implements as I ask for them, gently speaking to my sister in a smooth cadence that seems to ground her, and reminding her to check in with her colors as we move from item to item.
We talk about hard limits and soft limits, and both Holly and myself look at my sister in shock when she confesses that her dream is to have both of us fill her at once.
And when Holly leaves the room momentarily, off to retrieve a strap-on from her luggage, I use the moment to once again check in with my sister one-to-one.
Shifting her in my lap, I drape her feet over the side of the oversized chair while keeping her ass firmly in place. I desperately need to be able to see her face—to read what’s going on in her mind by looking deep into those green eyes that are currently as dark as the pine needles from the Christmas tree just several feet away in the living room. “You still good, sweetheart?”
She gives me a smile that could melt the heart of the grinchiest grinch that ever grinched, and I can’t help but pull her closer, dropping a kiss to her forehead in a rarely-shown form of affection. “I’m good,” she says softly. “Better than I ever thought possible when I was guided into the kitchen backward and turned around to see your grumpy face sitting on a barstool.”
Together, we laugh for what is probably the first time ever—me holding her to my body while one of her hands reaches up to tangle in my slightly unkempt hair. It’s even more electric, the energy swirling around us as we wait for Holly’s return, than it was just a few short hours ago when our lips touched for the first time.
“And you’re sure that the two of you can handle this—bringing someone else into your bed for the night?”
“For once in your life, can you please trust that I know what is best for myself and for my relationships? She might be the first person I’ve ever been with, but I know what I want—what Ineedto experience. To know if these feelings I have inside of me have anything to do with the insatiable need I have to claim you and the insatiable need I have for you to claim me. I can have you for one night, and I’ve come to terms with that. Let me deal with my own consequences.”
Simultaneously, I register Noel’s words at the same exact time Holly reenters the room with a harness and multiple silicone dildos in her hands in an assortment of colors and shapes and...appendages.
Tentacles…who knew?
I shake my head, trying to bring myself back to what my stepsister just said.
She’s only ever been with one person before.
She’s never been with a man before.
She wantsmeto be the first.
And I don’t know what causes me to do it, because I should be thrilled by this news. Thrilled by the fact that I’ll be the first cock to slide between her legs, the first cock to press against her pouty mouth, and the first cock to push past that tight ring of muscle as I stretch her ass, readying her to take every single inch of me.
But I’m not jumping for joy at the news.
In fact, I’m fucking terrified.
My voice is shaky when I say it, but I know it needs to happen.
The one single word that can bring it all to a stop.
“Red.”
