Twisted Sisters

Quean Victorious #5: Fellatio and feelings

His guilty look tells me everything: he loved watching us

In part 4, Livvie discussed a potential threesome with her husband, Ben, and her more adventurous sister, Ingrid.

“Why don’t we both suck his dick together?”

If I’m prudish about this, Ingrid wins, and I will not let her win.

“Okay, I’m in. What about you, Ben? Do you want your cock sucked by a pair of dirty sluts?”

That out-of-character question earns me a sceptical eyebrow from my husband, but he stands up.

“Okay. How do you want me?”

Ingrid kneels beside him. “Sit opposite me, Liv. We’ll have his dick between us, if he’s man enough to get it out.”

She’s not looking at Ben’s face, but that crude attempt to shame him into compliance earned her a scowl. And a cock, because he unzips anyway.

Having Ingrid on his lap did get him hard.

It used to be that I couldn’t see the glorious upward curve of his cock without imagining it inside me. Now I can’t help picturing it slowly disappearing inside my sister, because it was never more beautiful than in that moment.

But tonight we’re blowing, not fucking. “Okay, Ingrid, you’ve watched this. What do we do?”

“Just follow my nose.”

She plants her lips at the base of Ben’s cock. I match her on the other side, our noses meeting in the middle. Her tongue flicks out, caressing underneath his shaft, the tip grazing my lower lip. I don’t want to tangle tongues with her, so I awkwardly lick above, and together we wrap Ben’s cock in a tongue sandwich.

I usually keep my eyes open when I blow my husband, because I like to see what I’m doing, and I love to make eye contact with him when he’s on the brink. But I can’t stare into my sister’s eyes while we share his cock: that’s too intimate.

I don’t need to see, though. When her nose stops touching mine, my mouth creeps up Ben’s shaft until we make contact again. Together, we progress tantalizingly slowly towards his crown. Our speed is teasing me as much as him: I want to taste the slick, sweet tang of his pre-cum.

My sister shares my appetite. When our lips meet at the tip of Ben’s cock, our tongues slip and slide across each other, play fighting over one delicious treat. That beautiful taste is on him, on Ingrid’s lips, on her tongue, and I want to savour it, even when Ben’s cock is gone, and I’m kissing —

No! “Ingrid! You can’t kiss me!”

“Oh, puh-lease! I bet Ben loved seeing that. And don’t act like you never kissed a girl to tease the boys.”

“I never did! And even if I had, I wouldn’t have kissed my sister!”

“Why not? Unless you’re a prude, two girls kissing is hot. Sisters kissing is hot squared. It’s simple maths. Right, Ben?”

She looks to him for support. I look up into his eyes, and I don’t need his answer to know the truth: his guilty look tells me everything. He loved watching us kiss. It was hotter than the blowjob, and he knew it would be, that’s why he pulled back.

“Perhaps you two should finish this blowjob by yourselves. The prude needs another G and T.”

In part 6: drinking and danger.

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