What happens in Vegas…: Part 1 (unexpected landing)
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 snapped the selfie in the airport concourse: the four in matching coats, messy hair, half-asleep but glowing with anticipation.
Gabriella stood behind the harem, biting her lip and grinning. “You think he’s going to cry?”
“Well, if Chen doesn’t cum instantly upon seeing us, I’ll be disappointed,” June quips.
As it turns out, the five of them managed to find a midnight flight from SEA to LAS. Nonstop. One-way. First class.
3:43 a.m. A soft click stirs Chen from sleep.
A door opens. Quiet footsteps on thick carpet. The smell hits first—familiar perfume, Kaori’s floral hair mist, Sofia’s warm vanilla, and something sharp and citrusy (which turns out to be June’s new body spray).
Chen shifts, eyes still closed.
Then— A hand brushes their thigh.
Not Isabella’s.
And then—another.
A hush of laughter—familiar. Too familiar.
A mouth kisses Chen’s shoulder. A giggle—June. A slow inhale by Chen’s ear—Sofia.
Chen opens their eyes, groggily and blearily… …only to find the entire harem in their room.
Riley whispers, “Surprise, my love.”
Isabella blinks awake, stunned and naked, just in time to see her sister slip her coat off and straddle the bed.
Kaori: “Hope we’re not intruding.” June: “Actually, no. Fuck that. We are taking over.” Sofia smiles, sweet and predatory: “You’ve had your fun with our beloved. Now you get to share.”
Isabella blinks again, then grins slowly. ”…God, yes.”
Chen is still half-asleep, but fully erect and utterly surrounded.
Sofia and Riley approach first—calm, quiet, intentional.
Sofia slides behind Isabella, gently lifting her hair and pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck. “Let’s see if you’re as obedient as your twin sister,” she whispers.
Riley crawls onto the bed from the foot, fingers stroking Isabella’s thighs as she’s guided upright—now kneeling, back arched, her mouth parted in anticipation.
Riley’s hands are reverent. Gentle. Curious. They circle her hips, dip between her thighs, and Isabella gasps, already soaking. “Oh, you’re good,” she moans. “So gentle… I could cry.”
Sofia hushes her with a kiss to the temple and whispers, “Not yet, sweetheart. But you will.”