I still can’t believe this actually happened.
Christmas night. Family finally left around 10:30. I was in the kitchen putting foil over the leftover ham when my phone buzzed.
Nora: Sienna’s coming. Unlock the door.
That was it. No emoji. No explanation. Same message style as Thanksgiving. I knew exactly what it meant and my hands started shaking while I dried them on a dish towel.
Twenty minutes later they walked in. Nora still in that red dress she wore to dinner, Sienna in a short black one. Both a little pink in the face from the cold and already a bit tipsy from the wine at dinner.
Nora locked the door behind them and went straight to the kitchen. She grabbed the open bottle of red and poured three glasses without asking. She handed me one.
“Drink. You look nervous. Same as last time.”
I took a sip.
We stayed in the living room. Nora put on some random Christmas movie, turned the volume low, and sat on the couch. Sienna sat next to her. I sat on the other side of Nora. For a while we just drank and watched the screen. Nora leaned against me. Sienna leaned against Nora. Their legs were touching. Nora’s hand rested on my thigh. Sienna’s hand rested on Nora’s. It felt quiet and warm. The wine was making everything slower. Part of me kept thinking about Thanksgiving, and before that the night I shaved both of them.
We stayed like that through most of the movie. Slow sips, soft shifts closer, the three of us pressed together under the tree lights. My heart was pounding the whole time.
Eventually Nora paused the movie, set her glass down, and looked at me. Her hand slid higher on my thigh until her fingers brushed the front of my pants.
“I’m done waiting,” she said, voice low. “I want your mouth on both of us tonight.”
She turned to face me fully.
“Same rules as Thanksgiving. You eat us both first. Then we decide what happens after. No one talks about it outside this house. You good with that?”
“Yeah.”
She stood up, finished what was left in her glass, and pulled her dress off. No bra underneath. Just black panties. Sienna did the same a few seconds later, a little clumsy from the wine. They both stood there for a moment like they were letting me look, then the panties came off too. Both of them were already smooth. Same as when I had shaved them the first time.
Nora sat back down and opened her legs. Her cheeks were still pink from the wine.
“Start with her. Like last time.”
I got on my knees between Sienna’s thighs. She was already wet. I could see it shining under the tree lights. My hands were shaking a little when I put them on her legs. I leaned in slow, hesitating for a second right before my mouth touched her. Part of me still couldn’t believe I was actually doing this again. First lick was careful and uncertain. She tasted clean. Her hand went into my hair almost immediately, and that small push helped. I kept going, still a bit nervous at first. Longer strokes, then focused on her clit, then pushed my tongue inside her. She started breathing harder and moving her hips against my face, the wine making her less quiet than usual.
Nora watched the whole time. One hand was between her own legs, moving slow. She took another sip from her glass while she did it.
Sienna came first. Her thighs tightened around my head and she made this quiet, shaky sound while she held me there. When she finally let go I pulled back. My face was wet.
Nora didn’t say anything. She just set her glass down, grabbed my hair, and pulled me between her legs.
“My turn.”
I buried my face in my sister’s pussy. She was soaked. I licked and sucked and slid two fingers inside her while she moaned and pushed my head down. Sienna leaned over and started kissing her, both of them a little messy from the wine. Nora came harder than Sienna. Almost loud, thighs shaking, hand tight in my hair.
When she finally let me up both of them were looking at the front of my pants.
Nora’s voice was quieter this time, a little soft from the wine.
“Take it out.”
I did. My hands were still shaking a little.
They passed me back and forth for a while. Nora first, then Sienna. Both of them messy and clearly into it, the wine making them bolder and less careful. Eventually Nora pushed me onto my back on the couch and climbed on. She sank down slow until I was all the way inside her. Then Sienna climbed up and sat on my face.
I licked Sienna while my sister rode me under the Christmas tree lights. Nora came first, clenching around me. Sienna followed right after, grinding down on my tongue. Feeling both of them finish at the same time is what pushed me over. I came deep inside Nora while Sienna was still on my face.
We stayed like that for a minute. Just breathing. The empty wine glasses sat on the coffee table.
Then Nora lifted off me. I watched my cum slowly leak out of her. She looked at it, then at Sienna, and gave a small smile.
“Your turn.”
Sienna got on top, guided me inside her, and started moving. Nora sat next to us, one hand on Sienna’s chest, kissing her neck and saying quiet things I couldn’t fully hear. I lasted longer the second time. Sienna came again, then Nora climbed back on and took the second load.
By the time we were done the couch was a mess and all three of us were covered in sweat. The tree lights kept blinking like nothing had happened. The wine bottle was empty.
Nora stretched out beside me, still naked, and stared at the ceiling for a second.
“That was better than Thanksgiving,” she said quietly.
Sienna laughed under her breath and reached down, wrapping her hand around me again.
“We’re not done.”
They stayed the night.
I woke up Christmas morning with both of them still in my bed, tangled up under the blankets. Nora’s arm was across my chest. Sienna was curled against my side. For a second I just lay there staring at the ceiling. It was like post nut clarity or something like that, trying to process everything that had happened. Thanksgiving. The night I shaved them. And now this.
I don’t know how this became a thing.
But it is.