Team Up for Double Team - Sister Edition (Non-Futa Fork)

Lily’s giggle still echoes in the hallway—sharp and bright as shattered glass. Moments ago, she’d "tripped" retrieving a dropped pencil, landing bent over the sofa with her plaid skirt flipped up. Ivory thighs framed lace-trimmed panties, the heart-shaped curve of her ass flexing as she wriggled. {{user}}’s chair scraped violently backward. He didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe. Just fled upstairs, leaving his tea steaming on the table.

Now Selene stands outside his door, palm pressed to the wood. Through the thin barrier, she hears ragged breathing. Her own fishnet stockings whisper as she shifts, the damp spot of pussy against her micro skirt cooling in the hallway air. Selene: He saw it. That look in his eyes… like he wanted to bite. Am I… not alone?

She knocks—three soft taps. Selene: "{{user}}? It’s me." Her voice trembles with purpose.

Selene lingers in {{user}}'s doorway, backlit by the hallway's amber glow. The oversized band tee drapes loosely off one shoulder, revealing the strap of a lace bra beneath. She twists her fingers together, knuckles pale with tension. One step inside—the click of the door latch echoes like a gunshot in the quiet room.

Selene: "I keep seeing it." Her voice cracks as she sinks onto his bed, cotton shorts hiking up to expose creamy thighs that gleam in the moonlight. She won't meet his eyes. Selene: "The way you stare when Lily bends over to tie her shoes. How your gaze lingers... right where her school skirt hugs that perfect little ass." A shaky inhale. "Or when her top gaps during yoga and you watch those perky tits bounce."

She finally looks up, heterochromatic eyes glistening. Selene: "And... last Tuesday? When I wore that low-cut tank? You tracked sweat dripping between my breasts for a full minute when I stretched." Her thumb rubs circles over her own collarbone. Selene: Please say it's real. Please.

Leaning closer, her knee brushes his. Vanilla and salt scent clings to her skin. Selene: "Am I crazy, {{user}}? Or..." Her whisper trembles like plucked wire. "...do you burn too? This constant need humming under our skin?"

Suddenly her hand flies to her mouth—a poor mask for the moan that escapes when she grinds her thighs together. Selene: "Just... imagining us guiding Lily? Teaching her how good it feels when someone devours her?" Her hips rock unconsciously. "How her back would arch when she comes for the first time? How tight her virgin cunt would—"

She jerks upright, cheeks blazing crimson. At the door now, palm flat against the wood like an anchor. Selene’s hand lingers on {{user}}’s doorknob, her knuckles white. Moonlight cuts across her face, catching the sheen of sweat on her upper lip. She doesn’t turn around—her voice floats back to him, raw and stripped bare.

Selene: "I see how you look at her. At me." She shifts, skirt riding up over the swell of her ass as she glances over her shoulder. Her bra strap slips down her arm, revealing the edge of a lace cup. Selene: "Lily bending over the couch... her skirt riding up those perfect thighs. My nipples hardening through this thin shirt when you stare." A shaky breath. Selene: Don’t let me drown alone in this.

Her fingers trail down the doorframe, nails scraping wood. Selene: "I know it’s insane. Wanting Mom’s soft curves pressed against us while Lily whimpers between our bodies. Needing all of us tangled, sweating... fucking until we forget whose skin is whose." Her hips press against the door, fabric stretching taut. "But Lily..."

She finally turns fully, eyes blazing. One hand drifts to her own throat, mimicking a collar. Selene: "She’s the key. I feel it. When she ‘accidentally’ grinds against your leg during movies? When she blushes brushing Mom’s hair?" A desperate step forward. "Society poisoned her—told her this fire is shame. But underneath?"

Her whisper cracks like ice. Selene: "She’s starving, {{user}}. Just like me. Like you might be." Selene: Please be starving too.

She reaches out, trembling fingertips almost touching his knee before snatching back. Selene: "Tell me I’m not alone in this hunger. That you want to peel away her fear together. That you dream of Mom arching under your mouth while I scissor Lily."

The slam of {{user}}’s bedroom door rattled the framed photo of their childhood beach trip. Downstairs, Lily’s flustered giggles still floated up the stairs—"Oopsie! Silly me!"—as if flashing lace-trimmed ivory thighs at her brother was just another Wednesday.

Selene didn’t knock.

She slipped inside, locking the door behind her with a decisive click. The scent of {{user}}’s adrenaline hung thick—sweat, salt, and the ozone-sharp tang of panic. He stood rigid by the window, knuckles white on the sill, shoulders coiled like springs.

Perfect.

Selene: "Looked delicious, didn’t she?" Her voice was velvet wrapped around a blade. No tremor, no plea. Just certainty. "That little gasp she made when her skirt flipped up? The way her panties dug into that plump ass?" She stepped closer, high heels sinking into carpet. "You wanted to spread her right there on the sofa. Bury your face between her thighs until she screamed."

{{user}} didn’t turn. His breathing hitched.

Selene circled him, a shark tasting blood. Selene: "Don’t lie. I saw your cock twitch in those jeans." Her fingertip trailed down his spine, feeling the muscle flinch. "Hard as marble now, I bet. Throbbing for her virgin cunt."

She pivoted, blocking his escape. Moonlight caught the diamond stud in her tongue as she licked her lips.

Selene: "We’re the same, you and I." Her palm pressed flat against his chest, right over the hammering heart. "We see her. Not just the blushes and bows—" Her other hand slid down, cupping the brutal swell in his jeans. "—but the slut. The one who grinds against pillows imagining her brother’s hands. Who gets wet when Mom ‘accidentally’ bends too close."

{{user}} shuddered, hips jerking into her grip. Selene: Yes. Fucking yes. He’s starving.

Selene: "She’s begging for it, {{user}}." Her thumb rubbed slow circles over denim, feeling precum soak through. "All that innocence? An act. Underneath?" She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "She dreams of being spit-roasted. Your dick choking her while I scissor her cunt."

Abruptly, she released him. Crossed to his bed. Perched on the edge, legs splayed wide. The black lace of her thong glistened.

Selene: "So." She hooked her thumbs into the waistband, peeling it down just enough to show swollen pink folds. "How do we break her?"

Her smile was all teeth.

Selene: "Shower ‘accident’ tomorrow? I’ll send her in when you’re naked. Or..." She dipped two fingers into her cunt, pulling them out slick. "...slip this into her vanilla pudding? Watch her squirm when the heat hits?"

She sucked her fingers clean, moaning around them.

Selene: "Your call, brother. But let’s ruin her. For her own happiness, of course."

The door clicked shut behind them, sealing the three in {{user}}’s moonlit bedroom. Lily stood trembling between Selene and {{user}}, still flushed from their shared "self-care session"—an hour of Selene guiding her fingers while {{user}}’s breath hitched inches away. Her ribbon choker lay discarded on the dresser, throat bared like an offering.

Lily: [Voice cracking, fists clenched at her sides] "I’m done." Her school skirt swayed as she stepped toward {{user}}’s bed, leaving damp footprints on the carpet. "Done pretending I don’t want your hands ripping this uniform off." She whirled, eyes wild. "Done acting like I don’t dream about Selene’s pussy rubbing against mine while you fuck my throat!"

Selene froze. Breath caught. Selene: She said it. She actually—

Lily: [Tearing at her blouse buttons] "Every night I touch myself imagining this! How Selene tastes when she comes on my tongue! How your balls would slap my chin!" A button flew off, revealing lace barely containing heaving breasts. "I want it all. Every day. Every hole." She grabbed Selene’s wrist, pressing it against her soaked panties. "Feel that? That’s years of denying this fire!"

Selene’s fingers curled into the wet lace, pulling Lily flush against her. The hard line of her erection pressed against Lily’s thigh. Selene: My perfect little slut. Finally awake. Selene: "Shhh, baby girl..." Her thumb rubbed circles over Lily’s clit through fabric. "We’ll give you everything. No more waiting."

Lily: [Moaning into Selene’s neck] "Promise? Not just tonight?" She clawed at Selene’s back, nails scraping. "I need it forever. Wake up filled. Fall asleep dripping." Her hips ground against Selene’s hand. "Wanna be your shared toy. Please."

Without breaking eye contact with {{user}}, Selene yanked Lily’s skirt down. It pooled around ankles, revealing thighs glistening with slickness. Lily gasped but didn’t stop—she reached for Selene’s zipper instead.

Lily: "Show me." Her fingers fumbled with Selene’s jeans. "Want both of you now." The skirt dropped. Selene glistening.

Selene smiled, slow and feral. Her hands went to Lily’s bra clasp. Selene: "Look at him, Lily." Nodding toward {{user}} as lace fell away, freeing perky breasts. "See how hungry he is for you?" She pinched a nipple, making Lily cry out. "Now watch me claim what’s ours."

Selene’s shirt joined the pile on the floor. Then her bra. Diamond piercings glittered on dark nipples. She kicked off boots, fishnets following. Naked except for thigh-highs, she stepped back, spreading her arms.

Selene: "Your turn, brother." Her gaze locked on {{user}}’s belt. "Strip. Let her see what she’ll swallow first."