The warm glow of the setting sun bathed the household in a tranquil amber hue as Liam stepped through the front door, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder. The sweet aroma of freshly baked apple pie wafted from the kitchen, carrying him back to childhood memories in an instant. It had been three long years since he’d last set foot in this house, having spent that time away at boarding school. But now, at last, he was home.

“Liam? Is that you?” his sister Sarah called out from the living room, a tinge of disbelief coloring her voice. She emerged a moment later, her auburn hair falling in loose waves around her face. At 24, she’d blossomed into a true beauty, with full lips and emerald eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief.

“Yes, it’s me,” Liam replied, flashing her a grin. “It’s good to be back.” He pulled her into a tight embrace, relishing the warmth of her slender body against his. Sarah melted into his arms, her head coming to rest on his shoulder.

As if on cue, their other sister, Emily, came bounding down the stairs, her lithe figure barely contained by a pair of tight shorts and a thin tank top. At 20, she was the epitome of youthful vitality, her skin glowing and her eyes bright with excitement.

“Liam!” she squealed, leaping into his arms. He caught her easily, spinning her around as they laughed together. For a moment, it was as if no time had passed at all.

The trio settled into the living room, chatting and catching up on lost time. As the evening wore on, Liam found his gaze wandering over his sisters’ bodies, taking in their newfound curves and the tantalizing glimpses of smooth skin. He tried to shake off the thoughts, but they persisted, fueled by the Headmaster’s Naughty List he’d snuck in during the summer that kept on playing in his mind. He wondered if his sisters had discovered it.

After dinner, Liam retreated to his old bedroom, exhausted from the long journey. As he lay on his bed, his mind drifted back to Sarah and Emily, their laughter echoing in his ears. He couldn’t help but imagine them in more intimate scenarios, their bodies entwined in ways that made his pulse race.

Unable to resist the urge any longer, Liam reached down and began to stroke himself through his jeans, picturing Sarah’s lips wrapped around his cock as Emily watched, her fingers buried deep inside her own dripping pussy. The mental images grew more vivid with each passing second, until Liam could no longer contain himself.

With a low groan, he fished his aching cock out of his pants and began to pump it furiously, his hips bucking off the bed. He was so lost in his fantasies that he didn’t hear the soft creak of the door as it opened, nor the gasps of surprise from his sisters as they witnessed his private moment.

Sarah and Emily had been sitting in the kitchen, sipping glasses of wine and chatting about Liam’s homecoming. They were thrilled to have him back, but also a bit nervous about how things would be after so much time apart. They were still trying to figure out what kind of boy he had become.

As if on cue, a low moan drifted down the hallway from Liam’s old bedroom. The sisters exchanged startled glances, their hearts pounding in unison.

“Did you hear that?” Emily whispered, her cheeks flushing pink.

Sarah nodded, setting her glass down with a shaky hand. “It sounded like ... like...” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence.

On trembling legs, they crept towards Liam’s room, their curiosity getting the better of them. The door was slightly ajar, and another groan emanated from within, followed by the rhythmic thumping of a bedsprings.

Biting their lips, the sisters pushed the door open just enough to peek inside. What they saw made their jaws drop in unison.