The Sisters
"Two thick sisters. One drunken confession. They've shared men before—and he's about to become their new favorite."
The party is winding down when they corner me.
"You." Carmen points at me with her wine glass. "Come with us."
Her sister Rosa grabs my other arm. "Now."
They're both drunk. Both enormous. Both looking at me like I'm dessert.
I go with them.
Carmen and Rosa are the Delgado sisters.
They live in the apartment across the hall from mine. I've known them for two years—friendly waves in the hallway, borrowed cups of sugar, the occasional party invite.
They're both in their mid-thirties. Both thick—properly thick, two-fifty each, curves that could stop traffic. Carmen is the older one, more aggressive, with dark hair and darker eyes. Rosa is softer, shyer, with light streaks in her hair and a smile that makes me forget my name.
I've fantasized about both of them.
Never imagined I'd get both at once.
Their apartment is warm, dimly lit.
Carmen pushes me onto the couch. Rosa locks the door.
"We need to tell you something," Carmen says, standing over me. "About us. About what we do."
"What do you do?"
"We share." Rosa sits beside me. Close. Her thigh presses against mine. "Men. Sometimes. When we find one we both like."
"And you both like me?"
"We've been watching you for months." Carmen drops to her knees in front of me. "The way you look at us. The way you try not to look, and fail."
"Tonight, we decided." Rosa's hand lands on my chest. "Tonight, we stop watching."
Carmen reaches for my belt.
"Tonight, we take."
They undress me together.
Carmen handles my pants while Rosa handles my shirt. Their hands are everywhere—stroking, exploring, claiming. By the time I'm naked, I'm harder than I've ever been.
"Fuck," Carmen breathes, staring at my cock. "Rosa, look."
"I see." Rosa wraps her hand around me. Strokes slowly. "This is going to be fun."
They're still dressed. Both in tight dresses, cleavage overflowing, curves barely contained.
"Your turn," I say.
They look at each other. Smile.
"Watch," Carmen says.
They undress each other.
It's practiced, intimate—they've done this before. Carmen unzips Rosa's dress, slides it down to reveal heavy breasts in a red bra. Rosa returns the favor, exposing Carmen's black lace.
"We're not shy," Rosa explains, stepping out of her dress. "Not with each other. Not anymore."
"This is what you're getting," Carmen adds. "Both of us. No jealousy. No competition."
They stand before me, matching mountains of flesh. Sisters, identical in size, different in details. Carmen's breasts are slightly larger, Rosa's hips slightly wider. Carmen's belly is firm, Rosa's is softer.
Both are stunning.
"Come here," I say.
They come.
I don't know whose mouth finds me first.
They share my cock like they're kissing around it—tongues tangling, lips sliding, both of them moaning. I've never felt anything like this. Two women, two mouths, working together.
"He tastes good," Rosa murmurs.
"Told you he would." Carmen takes me deep, then releases me to her sister. "Your turn."
They trade back and forth, each trying to outdo the other. Deep throat, then tongue work, then both at once. I'm gripping the couch, trying not to come, trying to make this last.
"Not yet," Carmen orders, sensing how close I am. "We haven't even started."
She climbs onto the couch. Straddles my face.
"Eat me while Rosa fucks you."
Carmen sits on my face.
Her thick thighs bracket my head, her wet cunt pressing against my mouth. I can barely breathe, barely see—just darkness and flesh and the taste of her.
"Fuck—right there—"
Meanwhile, Rosa mounts me.
I feel her sink onto my cock—tight, wet, scorching hot. She starts to ride immediately, her weight bouncing on my hips.
"He's so deep—God—"
I'm trapped between them. One on my face, one on my cock. I tongue Carmen's clit while Rosa bounces on my shaft. They're both moaning, both moving, both using me.
"I'm close—" Carmen gasps.
"Me too—" Rosa answers.
They come together. Carmen floods my mouth while Rosa clenches around my cock. The double sensation overwhelms me—I thrust up into Rosa and explode.
They switch.
Now Rosa is on my face, her softer body smothering me, her taste sweeter than her sister's. Carmen takes my cock—still hard, recovering fast—and rides me with aggressive intensity.
"He's still going," Carmen laughs. "We picked a good one."
"We always do," Rosa moans above me.
I eat Rosa until she screams, my tongue tracing patterns her sister taught me. Carmen rides me until she comes, her cunt milking me, her nails raking my chest.
We switch again.
And again.
Hours later, we're tangled on the living room floor.
The couch was too small. The bed is too far. Here, on the carpet, with pillows and blankets, the three of us form a knot of limbs and flesh.
"Best decision we ever made," Rosa mumbles against my chest.
"Bringing him home?" Carmen asks from my other side.
"Sharing you," Rosa clarifies, looking at her sister. "It never gets old."
"It really doesn't."
I'm exhausted. Drained. Every part of me aches.
"Is this... a regular thing?" I ask.
They look at each other. Smile.
"It is now," Carmen says.
The Arrangement
Wednesday nights: their apartment. They take turns, then share.
Saturday mornings: my apartment. Wake me up with two mouths. Make breakfast after.
Holidays: whoever's family we're not visiting. The third one keeps the other company.
We're not dating. Not exactly. But we're not not dating either.
Six Months Later
Someone asks how we met.
"Neighbors," Carmen says.
"Friends," Rosa adds.
"Very good friends," I finish.
The person doesn't ask follow-up questions.
Later, at home, the sisters corner me again.
"That was smooth," Carmen says, unbuttoning her dress.
"We should reward him," Rosa agrees.
They push me onto the bed.
"Rewards it is."
Best neighbors I ever had.