Chapter 12

Twelve

Fairlie

I don’t know why I said yes—well, I do. I’m too damn nice. That’s always been my problem, hasn’t it? Ovivia looks like she’s hurting, like she’s about to star in her own episode of Snapped . She’s licking the air and sniffing like a hunting dog, but every so often, she winces and grabs her stomach. It’s hard to watch, and maybe that’s why I agreed.

And now, here I am, about to have not only my first threesome, but my first lesbian experience—with my boyfriend’s sister, no less. The reality of it hits me like a freight train. Is this really happening? Is it even a threesome if I’m just with Ovivia? I don’t even know how this is supposed to work.

“You don’t have to stay in here,” I mumble, my voice unsure. “If it’s going to be weird or make things different between us. I can handle it by myself.”

I know this relationship with Osric is new, but I really like him. He’s so attentive, so kind, and, well, he’s literally obsessed with me. He said so himself. That should probably be a red flag, but instead, there's a sense of being desired and sexy. It’s intoxicating.

He clears his throat. “I can’t. Ovivia can be…rough during her heat. It’s why she usually rides them out alone. I’m staying to moderate.”

My heart skips a beat. I swallow as he pulls his hand away from my pussy and I turn to look at him. “Is she going to hurt me?”

“I won’t let her.” His eyes lock onto mine, and I can see the sincerity in them, the determination. It’s comforting, but not entirely.

“Okay.” The word comes out more like a breath than anything else.

I sense Ovivia before I feel her, the tension in the air thickening as she moves closer. My eyes widen, my heart pounding faster and faster in my chest.

Osric tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “Put your lips on my cock.”

“What?” My mind stumbles over the command. I volunteered to help his sister, and now he thinks this is going to turn into some kind of human sandwich? I’m not so sure about that.

“She needs to know that you’re not hers. I am older than her and higher in the hierarchy. Ovivia needs to know she can’t challenge me with you.”

“So what?” I hiss. “You’re gonna make sure she knows I’m a loaner and nothing more?”

“Pretty much. Now suck my dick and don’t stop.”

His command sends a thrill through me, a heat that goes straight to my core. I can't help but feel a surge of desire as his voice takes on that low, rough edge. My pulse quickens, and I drop to all fours, eager to obey. I run my tongue up his shaft, savoring the taste like it's a green lollipop. Gripping the base with one hand, I take the tip into my mouth, each movement driven by the need to please him.

“Shit,” he sighs, his voice low and rough.

I take as much of him into my mouth as I can before it feels like my jaw is going to rip, then I back off, only to take him in again. His flavor hits me—sharp citrus with a hint of green tea, a refreshing contrast that makes my mouth water. I could drink him in all day, savoring that unique taste as it coats my tongue.

“You want her, Ovivia? She’s mine, but I can share,” Osric says, his voice sharp as he addresses his sister. The bed dips behind me, and a soft hand caresses my ass, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Be gentle,” Osric snaps, his tone cutting through the air and making me jump.

I don’t have a second to think before warm lips are on my pussy, kissing and licking through my folds. The sensation makes me hum involuntarily, and I try to focus on Osric, on making him feel good.

“That’s nice, Ovivia. She likes that. Fairlie likes thorough, but kind.”

Her tongue flicks against my clit, and I moan, the sound vibrating around Osric’s cock. It’s different—softer than when anyone else has eaten me out. Maybe it’s because her lips and tongue aren’t as coarse; I don’t know.

My orgasm builds fast, almost too fast. Before I know it, I’m shattering on Ovivia’s tongue, my cries stifled by Osric’s cock.

“You’re doing great, Fairlie. I have to admit, it’s hot to watch you fall apart for someone else.”

Ovivia doesn’t stop licking me through my orgasm and straight into another. My body shakes, whimpers slipping from my lips as I try to hold on to some semblance of control.

Finally, she relents, and I collapse onto the bed, feeling utterly spent after three intense orgasms.

“More,” Ovivia growls, her voice heavy with need.

“Easy,” Osric warns her. “She needs a break. Why don’t you let her make you feel good?”

I spin to face Ovivia, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I slide over to her and pull her tank top over her head, letting her perky tits fall free. They’re perfect, and my hands cup them, rolling her nipples between my thumb and index finger.

She grabs my chin, forcing me to look at her. Her gaze is intense, piercing, like she’s taking in every freckle, every blemish. My heart races, nerves churning inside me.

Her lips crash onto mine, rough and urgent, causing one of her tusks to graze my bottom lip. The sharpness sends a jolt through me, a reminder of her hunger, of the raw power behind her touch. She pulls back, eyes wide, chest heaving.

I can taste myself on her lips, a blend of my own essence mingling with the lingering sweetness that is Ovivia.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. It was an accident,” I tell her, my voice calm.

She nods, and I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the bud. The sensation of her warm skin against my lips, the way she reacts to my touch, sends a wave of confidence through me. She lies back and I run my hands down her sides, feeling the smoothness of her skin, hesitant at first, but growing bolder with every inch.

When I reach her panties and pull them down, I'm met with the sight of her soaked, swollen pussy, her mound and lips a striking green, with her clit a cute light pink shade. It’s a sight that fills me with a strange mixture of curiosity and awe, a reminder of how different and beautiful she is. Seeing her like this, knowing that I’m the one making her feel this way, has me growing wet all over again.

As I lean in closer, I can feel her anticipation, the way her body tenses slightly in response to my every movement. The uncertainty I felt moments ago begins to melt away, replaced by a growing determination to explore her, to learn every part of her and understand what makes her pulse quicken in return.

I stick my tongue out and flick just the tip against her tiny bundle of nerves. A wave of anxiety washes over me—this is my first time venturing into pussytown, and I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing. But as her body responds, a small, nervous thrill shoots through me. I hum at how she tastes—strawberry and mint, sweet and refreshing. The taste reassures me, and I push forward, determined to make her feel good despite the nervous flutter in my chest.

“You taste good,” I murmur before flattening my tongue and sliding it through her folds. I lap at her like she’s the best dessert I’ve ever had, the taste of her flooding my senses.

I’m no longer just nervous—I'm curious, eager to discover what brings her the most pleasure, and excited to see how she reacts to my touch. This is new, uncharted territory, but it’s thrilling, and I want to experience every moment of it.

She’s different from Osric, who leaves a zingy warmth on my tongue. With her, it’s a gentler experience—like savoring a dessert that’s both sweet and refreshing, each taste pulling me deeper into her. I savor every drop, lost in the unique flavor that’s entirely her own.

She begins to grind against my face, a low purring noise vibrating through her chest.I’m drenched, horny all over again, rubbing my thighs together for some friction. All of it fuels me, driving me to dive deeper, to taste and touch her in ways that make her moan and writhe beneath me.

The head of Osric’s cock bumps against my entrance, and I hum, the sound vibrating through Ovivia’s body.

“You want me to fuck you, Sweetheart?”

I come up for air, just enough to whisper, "Yes," before diving back in.

He enters me in one smooth thrust, but I know I haven’t taken all of him. His rhythm is steady, deep, each slide in and out of me driving me to devour Ovivia with more fervor.

Her thighs clamp around my head as Osric pushes in deeper, his knot hitting my clit. I’m so full, so overwhelmed by sensation.

“You look sexy like this, Fairlie,” he says through gritted teeth, the strain clear in his voice.

Ovivia squeals as cum gushes from her pussy, and I clean her up, licking her through her climax. She’s shaking, but her thighs unclench, letting me breathe easier.

Osric pulls out of me and sits back against the headboard, taking me with him and positioning me like we were before Ovivia showed up. But this time, he lifts me so that I sink onto his thick cock.

I roll my hips against him and he grunts, the sound sending a thrill through me. It doesn’t take long for Ovivia to join us. A smile on her lips as she lies between my thighs, rubbing my clit with two fingers furiously.

In no time, my orgasm builds again, an inferno blazing inside me. Ovivia pinches my clit and I come undone, my head thrown back as a wild scream tears from my throat. My pussy pulses with such intensity that it feels like all control has slipped away.

“Fuck,” Osric mumbles as his hips still, his body stiffening as he fills me with his warm, thick cum.

“I don’t know what happened,” I murmur when our breathing finally evens out, the room settling into a quiet, exhausted calm.

“You squirted. I was hoping to see that tonight.” He chuckles, satisfied.

We stay like that for the rest of the night, me completely at the whim of Osric and his sister as they take turns using my body to satisfy Ovivia’s heat. It’s a blur of sensations—her soft, demanding hands roaming over my skin, her mouth exploring every inch of me.

Osric isn’t passive either. He’s there every step of the way, whispering instructions, offering praise, and taking control when necessary. He alternates between rough and gentle, knowing just when to push and when to ease off, keeping me in this constant state of arousal that borders on overwhelming. Every time I think I can’t possibly take more, Ovivia’s heat drives her to new heights, and I find myself lost in the pleasure.

Her touch is relentless—gripping, squeezing, nails biting into my skin as she loses herself in her desire. Her mouth leaves trails of wetness as she licks and kisses me. She uses her tongue, her fingers, anything to make me moan, to make me gasp. At some point, she pulls me on top of her, making me ride the top of her thigh while she grinds her hips up into me, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I can feel her desperation, her frantic need to find release, and I’m caught up in it, my own body responding despite how drained I’m becoming.

Osric watches, occasionally intervening when Ovivia gets too rough, his hand firm on her wrist or his voice a sharp command that makes her pause. But even when he’s not directly involved, I feel his presence— a steady, controlling force that keeps me safe even as Ovivia’s heat tries to consume me.

The hours pass in a haze of sweaty, tangled limbs and gasps of ecstasy, my body pushed far beyond what I thought it could handle. Ovivia is relentless, taking what she needs from me as I give it willingly, my mind too fogged with exhaustion and pleasure to resist. By the time she finally collapses, her body spent and trembling, it’s nearly six in the morning. The first light of dawn is just beginning to creep through the curtains, casting a pale glow over the bed.

I’m worn out, every muscle in my body aching, my skin tingling from the constant stimulation. Ovivia is half-hanging off the bed, snoring softly, her body finally giving in to the need for rest. Osric pulls me close, his hand soothing as it strokes my sweat-soaked hair. I can barely keep my eyes open, the weight of sleep pulling me under.

“You did so good, Fairlie. Thank you.”

“She’s not done though,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I think it is. Her heat is supposed to last a few days, but I’m thinking that since it was early and she got what she needed, it’s over. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be sleeping. It would be nonstop.”

“Thank God. I’m worn the hell out. You two worked me over good.” I giggle.

“Are we okay?” he asks, and I can hear the worry in his voice, the uncertainty.

“Yeah, we’re fine, Osric. But when I wake up, I still need to know everything.”

I sigh. “I need to call in to school.” My legs tremble as I slide out of the bed and grab my phone from my purse on the floor. The reality of the situation starts to sink in as I dial the school’s number.

When the voicemail picks up, I force myself to sound composed, leaving a quick message. “Hi, it’s Fairlie. I’m not feeling well, so I won’t be in to teach today. I’ll follow up tomorrow.”

As I hang up, all I can think about is getting back into bed. I climb back in, the sheets warm and comforting against my skin.

Tonight has been a lot—overwhelming, intense, but undeniably incredible. There’s a tangle of emotions I know I’ll have to sort through later—how I feel about Osric, about Ovivia. I need to unpack what that means for me. But right now, my body is too tired to process it all. I just want to sleep.

Eyes closing, the mattress seems to pull me in as my mind drifts away. Sleep quickly takes over, drawing me into a deep, dreamless slumber.