For the past six months, I've been seeing Kristen, and our time together often involves me spending nights and weekends at her house, where she lives with her mother, Lisa, and her younger sister, Sarah. We mostly gather in the living room, a favorite spot for watching movies or playing on the PS5. It's a spacious house with enough bedrooms for everyone, but the living room, featuring a massive TV and a large U-shaped couch that can easily fit ten people, is where we all end up.
Kristen and Sarah are both strikingly beautiful, each in their own way. Kristen, with her athletic build and confident demeanor, often dresses in revealing outfits that never fail to draw attention. On the other hand, Sarah, who is just as attractive, is more reserved and introverted. She prefers baggy clothes that conceal her figure, is often seen with reading glasses, and usually keeps her dirty blonde hair tied up in a bun, focusing intently on her studies.
One evening, Kristen and I entered the living room to find Sarah nestled in her corner of the couch, engrossed in her textbooks. Without a second thought, Kristen turned on the TV at full volume, clearly disrupting Sarah's studies. This act highlighted the underlying tension between the sisters. Sarah protested with a sharp "STUDYING!" to which Kristen dismissively replied, "You WERE studying, now you're not. Go to your room if you want to study, you freak," playfully tossing a pillow at her.
Despite this, Sarah calmly returned to her books, sparing me a gentle smile and an eye roll when Kristen wasn't looking. Although Sarah and I haven't interacted much, I always appreciate her warm and friendly demeanor, a stark contrast to Kristen's more confrontational nature.
Seated between them on the couch, I felt like a buffer. Kristen would snuggle up on one side, using my arm or legs as her personal pillow, while Sarah created her own cozy space on the other. In this arrangement, they seemed to coexist more peacefully, often talking over me as if I wasn't there, each in her own world yet connected by my presence in between.
"Hey Sarah, why are you such a bitch?" Kristen would say. Sarah just remained silent, still concentrating on her studies. She obviously heard Kristen but didn't retaliate with a response.
No matter the day or what we were watching, the scenario would inevitably play out the same way. It seemed like Sarah took a certain pleasure in giving me attention, well aware that this annoyed Kristen.
"Hey Michael" Sarah said sweetly, I'm going to the kitchen to get a drink, do you want anything?
"No, I'm good, thank you Sarah." I responded. She would never ask Kristen. Yet Kristen would demand service from her just the same.
"Get me a water with ice" Kristen would demand. Sarah would always just nod in compliance and return with what was instructed of her. She never argued this, she just responded.
"Yes Kristen."
Sarah briefly left the room and promptly returned with two glasses of water. She handed one to Kristen, who accepted it silently, without offering any words of thanks.
"Move, you are in the way I can't see the TV, bitch."
As time went on, I became very comfortable with this arrangement. I felt very lucky to be surrounded on both sides by two beautiful girls, even if they had distain for each other.
The living room was a public space and was respected as such. There was a no PDA rule (public display of affection) in the house as a verbal agreement between the family members and everyone kept to themselves and got along.
As the weeks past and we spent more time in the living room together, Kristen became more emboldened. She would rub her hands over me and tease under the blankets knowing that her sister was out of reach and out of sight. I would run my fingertips up and down her bare legs and she would reposition herself to allow my fingers to explore.
I enjoy the slow and gradual seduction and teasing of Kristen over the course of several hours. I would build up her longing for me over the evening knowing that as soon as we went back to her room, I would tear off her night shirt and panties and we would go at it for the rest of the night.
This nightly ritual could end right there, and I would be happy beyond measure. However, at the same time that Kristen was getting teased to my left, there was even more pressure building up on my right.
Over the past few weeks, I noticed something gradually changing with Sarah. While she initially started at the far end of the couch, more recently she was taking up a lot more room, laying down along the full length, her head at the far end and her feet just a few inches away from my legs. She easily fit on her section and while laying down, was completely invisible to her sister on the other end. From Sarah's perspective, it is almost like it was just she and I on the couch together.
As days went by, her feet were getting dangerously close to touching my leg. Then one evening as she lay on her stomach resting flat on the couch, she brushed her toes up against my thigh. She did this once, and then twice, and then on the third time, she let her bare feet touch my leg and then kept them there, most likely waiting to see what I would do next. She was wearing baggy pajama shorts and an oversized hoodie that hid most of her face from view. I could still make out the curves of her perfect ass under the loose shorts.
