Strax slept soundly.
It wasn’t a light sleep, the kind that wakes you at the slightest noise; it was a complete, deep, almost absolute imrsion, as if his body were finally demanding everything that had been demanded of it. His breathing was slow and steady, his chest rising and falling in a tranquil rhythm, devoid of any tension. There was sothing almost unusual about that calmness, as if, for the first ti in a long ti, he had simply... switched off.
The room was silent, illuminated only by a soft light filtering through the cracks in the window, drawing delicate lines on the furniture and on the bed itself. The atmosphere carried a feeling of rest that contrasted completely with the recent chaos.
And yet—
Not everyone was asleep.
On the other side of the room, an open wardrobe revealed a small, carefully organized ss, with fabrics scattered, different colors, pieces being examined and discarded with an attention that didn’t match the resting scene at all.
Cassandra held a piece of lingerie in front of her body, tilting her head slightly as she assessed the fabric with a critical eye, as if she were resolving sothing extrely important. Daniela, beside her, rummaged through another part of the closet, pulling out options with a nonchalant ease.
"This one’s good," Daniela comnted, lifting a piece with a wry smile, clearly approving of the choice.
Cassandra glanced at it, narrowing her eyes.
"You say that about all of them."
"Because they’re all good," Daniela replied without hesitation, shrugging.
Cassandra let out a soft sigh, but a small smile escaped her.
The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable. On the contrary, it was easy. Natural. There was a lightness there that hadn’t existed before, a familiarity that had built up little by little, without either of them realizing exactly when it had happened.
Cassandra pressed the garnt against her body once more, looking at her own reflection, and then spoke, almost distractedly:
"Funny..."
Daniela raised an eyebrow, without stopping her fidgeting with the clothes.
"What?"
Cassandra hesitated for a second, but then answered, more sincerely than she intended:
"After we t Strax... I feel like we’ve beco closer."
Daniela paused for a mont.
It was subtle.
But it happened.
She looked at Cassandra, assessing what had been said, and then let out a small laugh through her nose.
"Yeah," she replied, resuming her fidgeting. "I think so."
There was a pause.
"Before, we just... existed together," Daniela continued, with a slight shrug. "Now it seems like we really... coexist."
Cassandra nodded slowly, absorbing it.
It was true.
There was sothing different. Less distance.
Fewer barriers.
More... closeness.
She opened her mouth to reply—
But she didn’t have ti.
Suddenly, two hands appeared behind her.
And grabbed her breasts.
"They’ve grown," Daniela said, completely naturally, as if she were rely stating a scientific fact.
Cassandra froze for a split second.
And then—
"DANIELA!"
She turned quickly, pushing her sister’s hands away with a brusque movent, her face imdiately flushing with both surprise and indignation.
Daniela just laughed, completely shaless, raising her hands in mock surrender.
"What? I’m just observing," she said with a provocative smile. "And I’m right."
Cassandra narrowed her eyes, clearly trying to maintain her composure.
"You’re impossible," she murmured, still trying to readjust her posture.
But she didn’t let it go easily. In one swift movent, she slapped Daniela’s bottom.
The dry sound echoed in the room.
Daniela jumped slightly, surprised, turning around imdiately.
"Hey!"
Cassandra crossed her arms, raising her chin with a slightly victorious expression.
"You’re the one who’s grown," she retorted, looking her up and down with a slight smile. "Your butt is huge."
Daniela blinked.
Then looked over her shoulder.
Then looked back at Cassandra.
"...Okay," she said, with a half-smile. "You have a point."
The two were silent for a second.
And then—
They started laughing.
It was light.
Spontaneous.
Effortless.
When the laughter subsided, Daniela returned to the wardrobe, pulling out a few more items while Cassandra also resud what she was doing, now with a noticeably lighter mood.
"So..." Daniela began, twirling a piece of clothing between her fingers. "What are we going to do when he wakes up?"
Cassandra hesitated.
The question seed simple.
But it wasn’t.
She glanced discreetly towards the bed.
Strax was still asleep.
Completely oblivious.
Cassandra crossed her arms slightly, thoughtful.
"I don’t know," she replied, more quietly. "He’ll probably pretend everything’s normal."
Daniela snorted, amused.
"Of course he will. He always does."
Cassandra let out a small sigh, but there was a slight smile there.
"But he isn’t," she continued. "After everything... he isn’t."
Daniela watched her for a mont.
Then she followed her gaze.
They both looked at Strax.
He slept with an almost irritating tranquility, completely disconnected from the world, as if nothing could reach him there.
There was sothing... vulnerable in that image.
Sothing that contrasted with everything he was when he was awake.
They were silent for a few seconds.
Watching.
Thinking.
And then—
Slowly—
A smile appeared on Daniela’s face.
Mischievous.
Cassandra noticed.
And, almost at the sa ti—
The sa kind of smile appeared on her lips.
They looked at each other.
Without saying anything. But understanding perfectly.
And, at the sa instant, they spoke together:
"Threeso?"
The silence that followed was short.
But heavy.
And then—
Daniela let out a low laugh.
Cassandra looked away, but not enough to hide the slight blush on her face.
And, in bed—
Strax continued sleeping.
Completely oblivious to what awaited him when he opened his eyes.
Strax remained imrsed in that deep sleep, a dark and warm abyss where no dream disturbed him. Physical and ntal exhaustion had finally overco his resistance, and his body savored every second of detachnt. His breathing was a constant, almost hypnotic rhythm, and his muscles relaxed like those of a dead man—but alive, warm, present.
The soft light of the room began to change, the lines lengthening on the floor as ti passed. The silence was absolute, broken only by the almost imperceptible sound of fabrics being handled, of light footsteps on the carpet, of whispers that didn’t quite form words.
He didn’t feel when the bed sank slightly beside him.
He didn’t notice when a different kind of warmth approached his sleeping body.
But gradually, sothing began to penetrate the darkness of his sleep.
A scent.
Familiar, sweet, feminine.
Moisture.
Warmth.
And then—contact.
Sothing soft, moist, and warm pressed against his parted lips.
Strax murmured sothing incomprehensible in his sleep, a guttural sound of confusion. His senses, still enveloped in the mist of deep rest, tried to process it. Lips... but not lips. Caressing. Flesh. Warm moisture. Salty and sweet taste at the sa ti.
He opened his eyes slowly, heavy, his blurry vision adjusting to the dim light.
And then he saw.
What lay before him—or rather, upon him—was not a dream.
It was Cassandra.
Sitting on his face, naked from the waist down, her thighs firm on either side of his head, her sex pressed directly against his mouth. She was leaning forward, her hands resting on the mattress beside his head, her breasts swaying slightly with the subtle movent of her hips. Her face was turned toward him, her eyes half-closed, her mouth slightly open in an expression of concentrated pleasure. She was moving slowly, brushing against his lips, using her mouth.
Strax froze for a second, his brain trying to grasp reality.
And then—another sensation.
On his penis.
Sothing warm and moist enveloped him. A gentle, rhythmic pressure, rising and falling. Skillful movents, licks, suction. He looked down at his own body and saw Daniela.
She was kneeling between his legs, naked, her loose hair falling over her face as she sucked his cock with total devotion. Her eyes were closed, completely imrsed in the act, one hand at the base of his mber while the other caressed his balls. She sucked hard, then smoothed with her tongue, then sucked again, creating a rhythm that was already making his cock throb with excitent.
Strax made a muffled sound—he tried to speak, but Cassandra’s pussy sealed his lips, muffling any words. He felt her wetness trickle down his chin, the intense, intimate scent flooding his nostrils. His cock pulsed in Daniela’s mouth, responding instinctively to the stimulus even as his mind still struggled to process the situation.
Cassandra looked down, t his eyes, and a slow, sensual smile spread across her lips.
"Finally awake," she whispered, her voice husky and heavy with intention.
She lowered her hips a little more, pressing herself more firmly against his mouth. Strax felt her inner lips part against his, her swollen clitoris brushing against his nose. Instinctively, his tongue erged—an automatic reaction—and licked the cleft that pressed against him.
Cassandra moaned softly, her fingers digging into his hair.
"That’s it," she encouraged, beginning to move with more purpose, guiding his face with her hands. "Lick."
On the other side, Daniela increased the pace, sucking harder, one hand rising to squeeze the base of his penis while the other began to play with his balls. She looked up, her eyes eting Cassandra’s body, and winked mischievously before sinking in again, swallowing almost its entire length in one go.
Strax was completely captivated—physically, sensorially. Cassandra’s pussy in his mouth, his cock in Daniela’s mouth. Two points of intense heat, two simultaneous focal points of pleasure. He groaned again, the sound muffled by the moist flesh against his lips.
Cassandra began to ride his face with more determination, her hips moving in circles, then back and forth, rubbing against his tongue. Strax responded instinctively, licking faster, firr, focusing on the swollen clitoris that pulsed against his tongue. He felt her taste intensify, her wetness increase—she was getting wetter and wetter.
Daniela didn’t lag behind. She alternated between deep sucks and quick licks on the head of his penis, sotis focusing on the frenulum with the tip of her tongue, other tis swallowing it all the way down her throat. Her hands didn’t stop—one on his penis, another on his balls, then caressing the inside of his thighs, always keeping him on edge.
Strax felt the tension building in his body—a wave of heat starting at the base of his spine, rising. His abdominal muscles tensed. His hands, which until then had been inert at his sides, rose—one gripped Cassandra’s hip, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, pulling her harder against his face. The other hand went to Daniela’s head, his fingers intertwining in her hair, not to guide her, but to feel, to anchor himself in that reality.
Cassandra moaned louder as he pulled her hip, increasing the pace. "That... like that..." she gasped, her hips now slamming against his face with increasing force.
Daniela felt his hand in her hair and responded by sucking even harder, her eyes closed in total concentration. She began to massage his balls more firmly while sucking—a combination that made Strax gasp.
He was close. Very close.
And it seed they were too.
Cassandra’s breathing beca irregular, panting. The movents of her hips beca more uncoordinated, more urgent. "I’m going to... Strax... don’t stop..." she moaned, her fingers pulling at her hair forcefully.
Daniela felt his cock throb violently in her mouth and increased the speed even more, knowing exactly what was about to happen.
Strax tried to warn her—tried to form words—but all that ca out were muffled moans against Cassandra’s wet sex. His tongue worked frantically, focusing on her clitoris, pressing, licking in quick circles.
That was enough.
Cassandra scread—a muffled sound she tried to stifle by biting her lip—and her body trembled violently. She smashed against his face, her hips trembling, moisture exploding against her lips and chin. Strax tasted the salty and sweet flavors that flooded his mouth as she ca on his face, the spasms of orgasm shaking her entire body.
The sound of her orgasm, the sensation of her trembling on top of him, the sight of her losing control—it was too much.
Strax arched his back completely off the mattress, a guttural roar escaping between his lips still pressed against Cassandra’s sex. Daniela felt the final pulse and didn’t recoil—instead, she sank even deeper, swallowing everything as he ejaculated into her mouth.
The orgasm was intense, prolonged, breathtaking. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body from his penis to the tips of her toes. He ejaculated into Daniela’s mouth in hot jets, and she swallowed it all without hesitation, continuing to suck gently as he pulsed, extracting every last drop.
For a long mont, the only sound in the room was heavy, panting breaths.
Cassandra collapsed to the side, rolling off his face, lying beside him with her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her sex still trembled slightly with the remnants of the orgasm.
Daniela finally released his penis with an audible pop, licking her lips with a satisfied smile. She climbed onto the bed, lying down on the other side of him, her head resting on her hand as she watched his face.
Strax lay there, panting, still trying to catch his breath, his face wet with Cassandra’s moisture, his penis sensitive and still half-hard. He looked at one, then at the other.
Cassandra opened her eyes, turned her head, and looked at him. A tired but extrely satisfied smile appeared on her lips.
"Good morning," she whispered, her voice hoarse.
On the other side, Daniela laughed softly.
"Or would it be good night?" she teased, a finger tracing light circles on his chest.
Strax finally managed to form words.
"What... the... fuck... was that?" he asked, his voice hoarse and broken.
Cassandra and Daniela exchanged a look.
And then they smiled together—matching smiles, mischievous, knowing.
"A better wake-up call than any alarm," Cassandra said, leaning closer and gently licking the taste of his chin.
Daniela nodded, her hand sliding down to gently caress his penis again, making him shudder.
"And it’s only the beginning," she added, her eyes gleaming with unspoken promises.
Strax stared at the ceiling, still processing, still tasting Cassandra in his mouth, still feeling the sensation of Daniela’s mouth on his penis. And then—slowly—a smile began to form on his lips as well.
He truly had no idea what awaited him when he opened his eyes.
But now that he was awake...
He wasn’t complaining.
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