Sophie still tasted her husband's cum in her mouth, a memory of what she’d just witnessed as she climbed into her car, her pulse steady, her hands calm on the steering wheel. Not shock. Not anger. Just a strange, electric satisfaction curling low in her stomach.

Carly. Of course it was Carly. Her little sister—beautiful, bold, and reckless—had been circling Tyler for years. The way she dressed when he was around, the way her laugh lingered a beat too long, the sparkle in her eyes whenever his attention landed on her. Sophie had seen it all. She’d even nudged it along at times, pretending not to notice how obvious it was. And now, Tyler's throbbing cock emptied out all over her little sister's face.

Carly was a mirror, her mirror. The same smile, the same eyes, the same body, just a few years younger. Sophie had always looked out for her, always wanted her to have everything. And maybe that was why this didn’t feel like betrayal. It felt… inevitable.

She thought back to the signs. A lake trip, Carly’s tiny bikini and Tyler trying not to look. The concert where she’d convinced Carly to wear that daring dress and no bra, the subtle thrill of watching Tyler pretend not to notice.. Every time, Sophie had caught the tension building between them, the spark flickering just beneath the surface. And every time, it had driven something deeper in her too, a hunger she hadn’t wanted to name.

Was it wrong? Maybe. But it didn’t feel wrong. It felt alive. And now that it had finally happened, now that she’d seen it, there was no going back.

This wasn’t the end of something. It was the start.

Sophie knew Carly and Tyler would be uncertain how to act now. They wouldn’t know what to make of her reaction — that easy, knowing smile instead of anger or tears. She’d thrown them both completely off balance, and she loved that. The image of their wide-eyed shock made her grin as she pulled into work.

But concentration was impossible. Every time she tried to focus on her emails or a client call, her mind drifted back to the kitchen. The flushed look on Carly’s face as Tyler's cum dripped down it, the tension in the air, the charge that had passed between the three of them. It played in her head like a scene she couldn’t stop replaying.

The strangest part wasn’t the jealousy she thought she’d feel — it was the thrill. The raw, dizzying rush of watching something she’d secretly imagined for years finally cross into reality. Seeing it, feeling it, had unlocked something she couldn’t name.

Sitting in the conference room later, she realized her pulse was still racing. The heat in her body hadn’t faded; it was humming quietly under her skin, a dangerous secret she carried like a spark in her chest. She closed her eyes and saw it, Tyler's hard cock releasing, Carly below him. By the time she snapped back to reality, her panties were soaked. She coughed and adjusted herself.

Sophie was practically feral by the time she was driving home. Every red light felt like it stretched for hours, her pulse racing, heat crawling beneath her skin. By the time she reached the condo, she was trembling with anticipation.

She walked down the hallway, her heels clicking against the hardwood, each step measured and deliberate. The end-of-day light caught in her strawberry-blonde hair, glinting gold as it spilled loosely around her shoulders. Sophie had always been the image of composed desire—elegant but unmistakably confident in her body. The emerald-green silk blouse she wore softened the strength of her shoulders, its loose fit brushing against her skin with every movement. One by one, she unbuttoned the top few buttons, revealing the dark lace edge of the bra beneath—a flash of contrast against the jewel tone of the fabric.

Her skirt, a fitted earth-tone pencil cut, traced the shape of her hips and thighs before tapering neatly just above the knee. The look was professional on the surface, but intentional in every line; it celebrated the discipline of her athletic frame. Years of soccer had left her with a runner’s legs, lean and defined, and Pilates had carved subtle strength into her waist and back. There was a quiet power to her walk—the grace of someone who knew exactly how her body moved through space, and the effect it had on anyone watching.

As she neared the apartment door, she ran her fingers through her hair, loosening it fully, and exhaled. Beneath the calm exterior, a pulse of anticipation throbbed—a secret current of desire that had been simmering all day. By the time she stepped inside, she didn’t just look like a woman coming home from work; she looked like someone about to take control.

Tyler was in the kitchen when she stepped inside, cooking but alert, a flicker of nervousness in his eyes.

“Hello…” he said, cautious. “Do we… need to talk?”

Sophie tilted her head, letting her gaze sweep over him. “Not what I need right now,” she said softly. “Where’s Carly?”

“She’s upstairs,” Tyler replied. “In the shower. Just finished a run.”

Sophie’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Go get her.”

A few minutes later, Tyler returned with Carly. Him wearing tight joggers and a henley that hugged his muscular frame. Carly’s towel barely contained her, damp hair framing her flushed face. Sophie leaned back in the chair across from the couch, feet propped up, knees slightly raised, skirt riding up her thighs, her soaked panties visible beneath the soft fabric. Her black lace bra framed her breasts perfectly, and her face was raw, flushed, alive.

“Okay,” Sophie said, voice low and commanding. “Let’s see it. I want to share him. Show me what you started this morning.”

The room seemed to shift. Sophie was in control, a director orchestrating everything. Tyler and Carly both paused, aware of the magnetic pull of her presence, waiting to see how she would shape the scene.

Carly hesitated for a fraction of a second, eyes flicking to Sophie. “Are you… sure?” she asked, voice breathless, almost nervous.

Sophie’s grin widened, a low, playful glint in her blue-green eyes. “I’ve wanted this for years,” she said, leaning forward in her chair, fingers brushing the edge of the footrest. “Watching you two, feeling it… the way you look at each other, the little stolen glances, the tiny betrayals of breath and body. I’ve obsessed over every second. Now? I want it all.”

Tyler just watched, his expression a mixture of curiosity and restraint, the way his body was already responding betraying more than his words ever could. His cock was clearly hardening in his pants.

Sophie’s voice dropped, intimate and commanding. “Show me the way you fuck him,” she said to Carly, leaning back with that confident, dangerous spark in her eyes. Then, with a teasing, almost malicious giggle, she added to Tyler, “And you, you better fuck my little sister good.”

Carly’s hesitation melted instantly, replaced with a fire that had clearly been waiting for permission. The towel slipped from her shoulders, floating to the floor, and her naked body was revealed in a fluid, unapologetic motion. Her nipples were already hard, her blue-green eyes glinting with mischief and heat.

Sophie’s gaze raked over her, approving, commanding. “You’ve always had a great body, Carly. Now show me what it can do.”

Tyler shifted, aware of the tension in the room, the way his cock was pressing insistently against his pants, and Sophie’s knowing glance made it clear she could see every reaction. Carly turned to him, her fingers brushing his chest as she pressed herself close, kissing him deep and urgent. Her towel forgotten, her body pressed against him hard, her hands moving to pull at his shirt. Their kiss was raw, brutal, filled with all the pent-up desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for years.

Sophie leaned back in her chair, eyes gleaming, watching every move, every response, every stolen breath. She was in control, orchestrating the obsession she had fantasized about for so long.

Carly kissed Tyler hard, pressing her naked body against him, urgent and hungry. His eyes flicked toward Sophie, searching for permission, and when he caught her approving glance, his hesitation melted. Tyler kissed her back, his hands instinctively moving, reacting to her heat and boldness.

Carly ripped off his shirt, lips and hands roaming down his chest, over his sculpted abs, tracing every contour as she sank to her knees. Her gaze never wavered from his, blue-green eyes sparkling, lips slick and glistening. She tugged at his waistband, letting his rock-hard cock spring free, slapping against his stomach, already pulsing with need.

And Carly devoured him, taking his full length into her mouth in one sharp, eager motion. “Fuck,” Tyler groaned, hands tangling in her strawberry-blonde hair, hips bucking instinctively. She slobbered and gagged, moving up and down with a natural, frenzied rhythm, and Sophie felt her fantasy coming to life in front of her eyes.

Sophie leaned back in her chair, flushed, her black lace bra straining as she watched. “My god… that is fucking hot. You look so good, Tyler,” she murmured, voice low and full of heat. Carly’s body moved with effortless precision, her throat stretching, her hair sticking to her flushed cheeks, her every motion demanding and hungry.

Tyler’s eyes met Sophie’s, wide and bright, taking in the scene that had obsessed her for years—the two people she loved, her sister and husband, colliding in a moment that was as raw, intense, and erotic as she had imagined.

Sophie unbuttoned her shirt more. Her skirt now riding all the way up to her hips as she spread her long smooth legs more, one hand softly rubbing her wet pussy lips through the fabric of her thong, the heat barely contained underneath. Tyler watched her. Carly was taking his cock all the way into her throat, spit now dribbling down his shaft, and he saw as Sophie pulled the fabric of her thong to the side and slipped a finger in her wet slit, letting out a soft moan that made Tyler get even harder.

Tyler watched as Sophie unbuttoned the rest of her shirt with one hand, biting her lip as she continued to finger her pussy. The wet sounds of Carly sucking his cock echoing through the condo. She gagged briefly, pulled off, then dove back in.

"Oh my fucking god, this feels good!" said Tyler.

Carly moaned around him, sloppy and hungry.

Sophie leaned forward slightly, her eyes locked on Carly’s every movement, voice low and commanding but laced with lust. “That’s it, baby sister… take him all the way. Show me exactly how you want him.” She slid a finger deeper, arching her back, letting her chest push forward, nipples brushing the fabric of her bra. “Yes… just like that, Carly. Make him yours, make me watch.”

Tyler shivered, hands tightening instinctively on Carly's head as Sophie’s voice floated over the wet sounds of Carly. She smirked, almost teasing, her words deliberate. “Don’t hold back. You’ve wanted him, I’ve wanted this… now give me everything. Show me how fucking good you are.”

Carly’s eyes flicked to Sophie briefly, sparkling with mischief and heat, before she buried herself back down on him, and Sophie moaned softly through her own fingers, letting her body react openly to the erotic display.

Sophie’s gaze was sharp and commanding. She slid a hand through her loose hair, biting her lip. “It’s your turn, Tyler,” she said, voice low and sultry. “Treat my baby sister like the princess she is… my princess.”

Tyler’s hand went to Carly’s chin, lifting her from her knees. The wet pop of his cock slipping free echoed in the golden light of the condo, slick with spit and desire. Carly gasped, her eyes wide and shining as Tyler guided her to the couch, laying her back against the cushions, legs slightly parted.

Sophie rose from the chair, letting the tension in her body radiate as she undid her skirt’s clasp. It fell around her ankles, pooled on the floor. Her blouse slipped from her shoulders, silk cascading down, revealing her black lace bra fully, nipples hard in the warm light. Her matching thong—already soaked—hit the floor on top of the skirt, leaving her completely bare from the waist down.

She stepped forward, every curve visible, muscles defined from years of pilates and strength training. The light of the golden hour streamed through the windows, catching the sheen of sweat on her skin, highlighting the sculpted lines of her abdomen, the gentle swell of her hips, the smooth length of her thighs. Her eyes never left Carly and Tyler, watching their connection.

“Now,” Sophie said, voice low, teasing, almost predatory. “Let me see what you’re going to do with her. Show me, Tyler.” Her chest rose and fell, and her fingers drifted lower, rubbing her own wetness as she stepped closer, hungry and feral, the controller of the scene she’d fantasized about for years.

Sophie’s fingers moved to the clasp of her bra, undoing it with deliberate slowness. Her beautiful breasts were released from their constraints, nipples hard and flushed in the golden light. She let her hands drift down, tracing her toned abdomen, hips swaying ever so slightly as she stepped closer to watch.

Tyler knelt between Carly’s legs, pressing feather-light kisses along her inner thighs. Carly shivered, breath hitching, one hand flying up to clamp over her nipple as Tyler’s lips reached her glistening pussy. His tongue ran up and down each sensitive lip, teasing, exploring, before circling her swollen clit. Carly gasped, hips lifting instinctively, eyes fluttering closed in a mix of anticipation and pleasure.

Sophie watched, heart hammering, a wicked smile tugging at her lips. She leaned closer, voice low, commanding, yet filled with warmth and obsession. “That’s it, Carly… let him eat you,” she whispered. “Feel it all. You’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you? So let it all go. Show me… show me how much you want him.”

Her words dripped like fire, encouraging, coaxing. Carly’s blue-green eyes flicked toward her, sparkling with need, lips parting around Tyler as he continued, teasing, devouring. Sophie’s hand drifted lower, rubbing herself lightly, feeling the wet slickness from her fantasies as she guided them both with her gaze and voice, the golden light catching every curve, every tremble.

Carly moaned loudly as Tyler slipped two fingers in her, still working her clit with his tongue.

Sophie’s voice dropped lower, urgent and teasing. “Yes… just like that. Show me how much you’ve wanted him, baby sister. My princess.”

Carly panted, clutching Tyler’s shoulders, eyes rolling back. “Fuck, Tyler, that feels amazing. I’m going to fucking cum!”

Sophie’s hand slid along her hip. “Yes, you will… let it go, Carly. Feel it all. Don’t hold back. Every gasp, every tremble—I want to see it.”

Tyler groaned, fingers curling inside her, tongue circling her clit in perfect rhythm. Sophie leaned closer, her voice coaxing, commanding. “Don’t stop, Tyler. She’s mine, she’s yours, and you two belong to this moment. Make her tremble for me.”

Carly arched her back, hips bucking, legs trembling, gasping Tyler’s name as her orgasm crashed through her. “Ahhh—oh God, oh fuck—Tyler!”

Sophie smiled, letting out a low laugh. “Yes, yes, just like that… tremble, scream, let him have all of you. My princess is showing me everything.”

As Carly’s body trembled to a stop, Tyler slowly sat up, his chest heaving, sweat glistening in the golden-hour light streaming through the condo.

Sophie moved to him with deliberate confidence, pressing her body against his. She kissed him deeply, tasting the lingering heat of her sister’s orgasm on his tongue. Her hands slid along his chest, tracing the hard lines of muscle she knows so well.

Then she leaned down, taking his throbbing hardness in her mouth slowly, flicking her tongue around the tip, savoring the taste before spitting lightly onto him. Her eyes lifted to Carly’s, sparkling with control and hunger.

“Now really show me what this cock can do to her,” Sophie commanded, voice low and velvety. She reached for Carly’s hand, intertwining their fingers, giving her reassurance and direction. “I want to see him fuck you.”

Carly, still flushed and quivering from her orgasm, nodded eagerly, heat burning across her skin. “Yes! Yes, I want it all. I need it inside of me,” she said, voice raw, desperate, full of need.

Sophie’s lips curved into a wicked smile. “Good girl…. Let him, let him fill you, make you mine and his at the same time.” She gently pressed Carly’s hand, guiding her closer as Tyler’s cock pressed against her wet lips, anticipation building.

Tyler plunged into Carly’s pussy, already slick and hot from her orgasm. Carly squeezed Sophie’s hand tightly as he bottomed out inside her, then started steady, powerful thrusts, skin slapping together, the condo filling with the sounds of their bodies colliding.

“Oh fuck… Tyler!” Carly moaned, arching her back, eyes rolling up. “It feels so good… so deep!”

Sophie leaned down, brushing her lips along Carly’s ear, whispering in a low, commanding tone. “That’s it, my princess… take it all. Show me how much you want him.”

Tyler groaned, his hips driving harder. “You’re perfect, Carly… so fucking wet for me.”

Carly gasped, biting her lip. “I… I can’t… I’m going to cum again!”

Sophie chuckled, voice silky and controlling. “Yes, cum for us… cum for me, let me see it. Rub your clit while he fucks you.” She shifted closer, letting her fingers guide Carly’s hand down to trace the wetness, teasing her clit as Tyler hammered into her.

“God, Sophie… watching you with her… it’s insane,” Tyler said, one hand gripping her hair gently, the other still on Carly’s hip.

Sophie pressed her hand harder into Carly’s, eyes sparkling. “You’ve wanted this for years. Let it out, don’t hold back. This is ours… mine, yours, and his.”

Carly cried out, body trembling, her hips bucking against Tyler’s with every thrust. “Yes! Yes, oh fuck, I’m yours! Mine! Tyler… yes, right there!”

Carly’s body unraveled completely, trembling as her pussy walls clamped around Tyler’s cock again and again, each spasm driving them both higher. Her head fell back, eyes rolling, mouth open...