I know many of you all have been waiting a while for an update. Thank you for your patience. I have more to say, but I'll save it for the end.
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After my lunch at Sydney's, I returned back to the apartment feeling relieved and satisfied. I caught up on some work, taking advantage of the rare calm in the empty space.
Towards sunset Emma came home, wearing a roomy sweater that both hid her frame and hinted at the body beneath. I realized how common it had become for me to see my sister this way.
Unaware of my thoughts, she smiled at me, giving me a kiss on the cheek before disappearing into her room, where she stayed until Syd finally returned from her weekend away. I stood up to give her a hug, but before I could, Emma's door flew open and both girls began squealing as they leaped into a hug. Syd caught my eye and gave me an apologetic look and blew me a kiss before Emma pulled her back into her room, likely to gossip and catch up on the past few days.
My ears were burning, and I figured I could probably listen in to what was being said through the walls if I wanted. But I decided to just put on headphones and finish up my work. The girls talked, laughed, and probably schemed until it was time to wind down for bed.
Sydney finally joined me as I was changing into pajamas. She pulled me into a deep, lingering kiss.
"Mmm it's so nice to be home," she sighed. It was definitely not the first time she'd referred to this apartment as home, but it always felt nice to hear it. It really did feel like a home, and the three of us felt like a family.
We got into bed, and immediately our lips and hands found each other, not in the sexy, sloppy, porn-y display of our lunchtime meet-up, but in the slow, sensual familiarity we'd built together. We kissed and nibbled, groped and caressed. Syd's hands sought out my cock, while mine found her ass. We didn't even really bother undressing. She pushed my underwear down, I slid her panties to the side, and I slid inside her.
We didn't need words. With our eyes, our moans, our hands, we could communicate anything we needed. We moved together, slowly, and the pleasure built steadily. Our kisses were frequent and passionate. When I would pull back, Syd's eyes were focused on me, seeing me, into me. It could be scary to be seen so thoroughly. This woman beneath me knew me better than I knew myself. She knew my secrets. Things that could destroy me. But that thought triggered no fear in me. I felt no guilt or anxiety.
Instead I just let the pleasure and intimacy wash over me, and when I came, she was right behind me. Her pussy fluttered around my cock and we rode out the waves of ecstasy together.
As we came down, panting and smiling, Syd looked at me sweetly. "I've missed this."
"Me too."
"Not just the sex, silly." She playfully pushed my shoulder. "I've missed you."
I settled beside her and handed her a tissue from my bedside table. "I know, that's what I meant."
She kissed me sweetly and smiled, before changing the subject. "You're working the early shift on Friday, right?" I got the sense she was anxious to ask me that question.
I nodded. I'd be doing the prep, opening, and manning the slower early hours before a few other bartenders would take over once the proper weekend crowd descended on us.
Syd had a sparkle in her eye. "Think you can keep the late night free?... For us?"
My heart skipped a beat as I considered who "us" might be. I had a feeling I knew. Rather than ask any questions that I knew would be answered with little more than winks and innuendos, I just nodded. "I can do that."
Syd kissed my cheek before cuddling into me. "Good boy."
The excitement I felt kept me awake as Syd fell into her slumber beside me. I wondered if there'd be any sounds through the walls tonight, but as the silence stretched out, I figured Emma may have already fallen asleep, likely after cumming in unison with Syd and I. I remembered Syd talking about how her roommates periods had synchronized soon after they'd moved in together. I had to suppress a laugh when I thought that we were like that, except instead of our periods, our orgasms had become synchronized.
Eventually my mind calmed and I fell asleep beside my slumbering girlfriend.
As the week began, I found myself daydreaming about the two women in my life. When I closed my eyes I'd see Sydney, on her knees, her face partially obscured by my cock as she licked my taint. Or I'd see Emma, the sweet and sultry look in her eyes as she thought about kissing me. Sometimes their faces would swap, and I'd see my sister doing one of the depraved acts my girlfriend and I loved to do together. It had become such a regular feature of my life, being distracted from my day-to-day work with thoughts of these two beautiful women and our ever-evolving relationship. Each approaching weekend felt full of possibility. New experiences to be savored, rules to be bent, lines to be crossed. And this coming weekend in particular felt particularly potent. As if a fuse had been lit, and we were just waiting until Friday for that dancing sparkle to reach the end of the string.
Early in the week, we were all too busy to really talk or even spend much time together. Syd and I realized that on Wednesday night we'd both be free, so we made time to make dinner together and watch a movie. We were cuddled on the couch doing just that when we heard Emma fumbling with the lock, two voices giggling just outside. It had been a little bit since this had last happened, but it certainly wasn't out of the ordinary, so Syd and I didn't feel particularly awkward. However, something seemed a little different this time.
That difference became obvious when the door swung open and two women walked in. Emma's face looked a little flushed, probably a mix of embarrassment and excitement, perhaps a little alcohol. And her friend was stunning. Pale, with striking jet black hair in a pixie cut and dark purple lipstick. Just about every inch of skin we could see below her neck was covered in one tattoo or another of a variety of styles. Some that wouldn't look out of place on a biker. Some artsy graphic designs. At least two cats that looked like they may be current or past pets. One that I recognized as a Tom of Finland illustration, a few leather daddies in an elaborate black-and-white style. She was really showing off her ink, wearing a small white tanktop and loose ripped black jeans that were more tear than fabric. Usually I'd find pants like those ridiculous, but she was making them look both fashionable and sexy. I also took note of her light blue eyes and small, sloped nose. It was impossible not to notice that she looked just like Sydney, if Syd was a smoking hot lesbian.
"Hey guys, this is Kiley." Emma bit her lip and grinned. Kiley waved. "We're just gonna..." Emma pointed at her bedroom and then started to pull her date towards it.
Syd chuckled. "Hi Kiley, nice to meet you!" The girl, with a smoky look in her eye, turned back towards us and smiled before disappearing into Emma's room.
Syd turned to me and raised her eyebrows with a smirk on her face.
I smiled back. "Good for her!" I spoke in a whisper, trying to keep our conversation on this side of the thin walls.
Syd nodded, "Totally! I'm just saying..." She chewed on an idea. I thought I knew what she was thinking, but I wanted to hear her say it. "Don't you think she kinda..."
"Looks like you?" I laughed, and Syd did too, quickly covering her mouth to keep quiet. "Yeah, for sure. It's almost like she's..."
This time it was Syd's turn to finish my sentence. "... Practicing." There was still laughter and joy in Syd's eyes, but now mixed with a little sultry edge. Then she put up her hand. "Look, not everything's about us."
I nodded, but smiled wickedly. "But some things are." Sydney pushed my shoulder and giggled.
We turned our attention back to the movie for a while. We almost forgot Emma and Kiley were here. But of course it was never going to stay that way for long. Not with these walls.
First there was some giggling. The smacking of lips and a few muffled moans. Then a few thuds and the squeaking of the bed.
I looked at Sydney, who was looking at me with a devilish smile. When we turned our attention back to the movie, we both knew it was just a place to put our eyes while we listened to the happenings in Emma's room.
For a while it was just the wet sounds of lips and tongues, punctuated by frequent moans and the occasional creak of the bed beneath them. But, as the often did in that room, the moans eventually began to turn into words.
