Another trip: Part 7 (the twins)
Sure, Sofia may think “everyone’s lightly spoiled,” and Kaori may say “let’s make it decadent”…
…but no one knows yet what surprise Chen has prepared for them.
In a harem where bodies tangle, hearts anchor, and love is never scarce.
Sure, Sofia may think “everyone’s lightly spoiled,” and Kaori may say “let’s make it decadent”…
…but no one knows yet what surprise Chen has prepared for them.
Chen lies back in the pillowy heat of the Vegas suite, muscles already loose from Isabella’s earlier attentions—her tongue still wet against their nipples, her nails dragging slow trails along their thighs as they both turn to the massive wall-mounted 4K TV.
The FaceTime stream fills the screen, and the audio fills the room—sighs, gasps, murmurs, the subtle slap of skin against skin—and then it hits Chen:
They’re not just playing with the twin.
They’re devouring one another.
The Vegas suite is warm and thrumming with Chen’s pulse, the air thick with sex and pride and triumph.
Isabella’s lips are still moist, still glistening with Chen’s pleasure, her cheeks flushed and eyes heavy-lidded as she purrs beneath them.
“You’ve been watching them, haven’t you, darling? Watching your lovers fall apart for you—together with my twin sister.”
The room feels hotter.
The screen seems closer.
Gabriella sits up and looks directly into the camera, eyes sparkling. “All four of you. Would you share Chen—with us—for one more night? But this time… all together?”
Chen’s already hard again—of course they are. How could they not be?
One twin kneels at Chen’s feet in Vegas, her breath ghosting over their thighs, cum still drying in her hair. The other stares through the screen in Sea-Tac, pupils blown wide, mouth open like she’s ready to receive a command… or a load… or both.
And the harem? They’re watching. Commanding.
(Who is the loudest/quietest? Who is the beggar/teaser? Have you ever gotten off from watching someone else?)
The room is dark but comfortable. Chen is wrapped in crisp, five-star sheets, warm from sex and the weight of Isabella still gently breathing beside them. Her skin is sticky with the residue of pleasure, her arm draped across their belly, her breathing soft and even.
Their phone buzzed goodnight hours ago. They fell asleep smiling, dreaming of their voices.
But what they didn’t know… is that home followed them.
Kaori peels her shirt off in one fluid motion—no bra, soft breasts bouncing as she straddles Chen, already grinning. “I believe you still owe me a ride, lover.”
June and Riley pin Chen’s wrists above their head, giggling as they do. Riley alternates between licking Chen’s nipple and nibbling June’s neck. June returns the favor by showering Riley with deep French kisses, her fingers still lazily fondling Chen’s other nipple.
“No thrusting,” Kaori says, lowering herself onto Chen’s cock with agonizing slowness. “You take my pace tonight.”
Chen wakes slowly. It’s bright—though muffled by blackout curtains. No alarms, no urgency. Just bodies, tangled in cotton sheets and the lingering scent of sex and perfume. The air is cool, the sheets warm, and there are bodies—so many soft, sleeping bodies.
The suite’s dressing area looks like a backstage fever dream: glitter exploded across the vanity, lingerie draped over lamps, lipstick kisses smeared on every mirror. Clothes—half of them of questionably legality if worn in public—are strewn across the floor in a kaleidoscope of chaos.
Kaori is seated on the bathroom counter in a scarlet thong and an open kimono, legs spread just enough to scandalize the mirror, applying black eyeliner to Riley with meticulous care. “Stay still, baby. If you flinch, I’ll make you earn forgiveness with your tongue.”