Chapter 593

You got two steaming kisses at the door, one from Becks and another from Tasha. The text from Sabrina had come in sometime during the third round with them, letting you know it was safe to come home. Not wanting to go back to see Sabrina’s sister again reeking of sex (even if Sabrina would have probably found it hot), you and the girls had jumped into the shower and they’d had fun getting you hard again while you’d had your hands full of soap-slippery breasts and ass.

They didn’t put your cock to use again fully, though, and by the time you were on the bus headed towards your new home for the last week of summer you were thankfully no longer sporting a tent in your shorts. It was late afternoon, which meant Gemma was somewhere in her early morning - probably too early to text yet. She’d been driving with two of her older brothers and Birdie back to Sydney and it was supposed to be a 15-hour drive, but they were splitting it over two days. You’d asked why not drive through the night with four drivers, and apparently, even in her brother’s bigger pickup, kangaroos at night were a menace to almost anything smaller than an 18-wheeler, so they would have been on the road a long fucking time and possibly late into the evening, and getting up again early to continue on. You weren’t about to wake her up for anything short of an emergency.

Of course, depending on how things ended at the apartment between Sabrina and Emma, there might be one.

You were about halfway back when you started getting texts from Tasha - the photos from the last couple of hours. They might not have been quite as good quality as what Sabrina would put together for proper releases, but that meant they had that more personal touch, too. They were real, not staged. And God, Becks and Tasha looked good with your cock in them.

Then, weirdly, Tasha sent ‘Oops! Sorry!’

You sent back some question marks because you didn’t see anything wrong other than the fact that you had to make sure no one else on the bus could see your phone screen.

‘Was sending them to Sabrina and Gemma at the same time, ’ Tasha replied with a grimacing face. Then she forwarded a picture from Gemma, who looked dead tired and with her head on a motel pillow in a dark room, flashing the camera her middle finger.

’Oops,’ you replied. ‘She’ll forgive you ... eventually.’

When you got back to the apartment you considered stopping to buy some more pastries before heading up. Or flowers. Or wine. Anything to potentially distract either of the two sisters, like throwing steaks to guard dogs.

With a sigh, you shook your head and headed up.

Emma answered the door this time, looking you up and down with narrowed eyes.

“Hey, Sabrina said I should come back?”

Emma pursed her lips slightly, still openly eyeing you like she was suspicious of every article of clothing you were wearing, your backpack and potentially every square inch of skin on your body. “Uh huh,” she answered.

“So...?”

She moved aside, pulling the door further open, and let you in.

“Hey, baby,” Sabrina said, coming around from the direction of the bedroom. “Did you have fun out with the girls?”