A tale of 2 sisters

Chapter 17

Er-Jie insisted on taking her own cab and the sisters waited at home. They put on shorts under their T-shirts, which were FBT shorts. It was black for the wife and dark blue for Emily which the wife had lent her. They eagerly awaited Er-Jie's arrival, while I acted nonchalant and worked on my laptop. When she arrived, the girls screamed with joy and hugged and caught up. It took me a while to see what she was wearing, and I almost drooled.

Er-Jie's first arrival at our place was fitting of her young and attractive self; she was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a tight, figure-hugging white T-shirt. The imprint of her white T-shirt bra was visible and the C-cups stood out. Even through the white fabric, the whiteness of the bra was particularly noticeable. Her svelte figure was apparent and her radiant face and beautiful smile made me almost starstruck when the girls stepped aside for me to greet her.

She extended her arm and shook my hand, though I wanted to hug and feel her breasts against my chest.

Me: Welcome welcome, I hope your flight was good!

Er-Jie: It was great! Wah, I finally get to see your house... all I saw was through the girl's Instagram stories and it looks even better in real life!

Despite her long stay overseas, her accent remained familiarly local.

After that, we unpacked and managed to move a mattress into the room for her to sleep with Emily.

"Wah, right beside the master bedroom, how Emily, you got hear anything at night anot? Cannot sleep well right!", teased Er-Jie playfully. The elder girls in their family never held back their conversation.

Emily blushed and deflected, "Hear what? I just sleep only what."

"Yeah la you young girl probably don't know... don't worry one day when you grow up you will learn," said Er-Jie as she stroked Emily's head gently, treating her like the innocent girl she was. Little did she know, that I too stroked her head in a similar way as she bobbed her head up and down my shaft.

"Anyway, Abyss, I just realized, you are now the minority gender in this house. You better listen to what we tell you, if not, we will eat you up! Hahaha" continued E-Jie. She lifted up my wife's T-shirt, seeing her FBT pants. "Wah I miss wearing this... no one wears this when overseas. Anyway, I forgot how hot Singapore was, I'm sweating already. I go and change now."

True enough, her T-shirt was starting to appear damp, the thin white fabric below her neckline becoming translucent. As she turned to leave, I saw her damp back as well, the white bra straps showing through her back. I felt my arousal building, and I knew I had to release it into my wife tonight.

Surprisingly, she came out wearing the same white T-shirt and white bra ensemble, but now with a pair of diagonally cut shorts instead of her tight jeans. She dressed more conservatively than the two younger girls, so her butt cheeks did not show through her shorts. Still, her figure-hugging outfit would turn any guy's head.

"Oops, sorry, I wanted to take off my bra, but then your husband would have to see my old woman's nipples," went Er-Jie, not knowing how tantalizing that would be.

The rest of the night was spent eating dinner, with the girls buying alcohol and drinking together. Er-Jie and Emily retired to their room early while my wife and I had intimate relations, encouraged by both our excitement and alcohol. We had sexual intercourse, with me adopting a high kneel position to muffle my wife's screams. I was wondering if the two women in the other room could hear us.

The following day, the three of us departed for work, with Er-Jie staying back to relax in the house. I gave her access to my laptop and a set of house keys before I left, catching a glimpse of her pink panties as she sat comfortably with one leg up on the sofa. It was a very pleasurable experience residing with three attractive women.

With Er-Jie around, we had to be more diligent in carrying out our sexual activities, but we kept at it. My activities with my wife continued, and Emily would take advantage of any opportunity she had to please me. Sometimes it would happen in the morning when Emily and I would go into the restroom for a quick sexual encounter, having sex quietly and energetically as I held her in my arms and thrust into her.

Sometimes it would occur during our sessions of watching television. One of the girls would stay with Er-Jie on the couch, while the other one would give me oral sex and I would put a pillow over her head. We would choose scenes that would be exciting but try to avoid scenes of sex as Er-Jie often made jokes, questioning Emily if she was old enough to watch that or asking my wife if she had ever done a certain position. It seemed that this was how she tried to disguise her discomfort or maybe she was just genuinely more easygoing.

I would, of course, try to steal glances at Er-Jie whenever I could. She typically dressed more conservatively than the other girls, usually wearing a pair of shorts with her T-shirts. These would often be loose, allowing me to catch a glimpse of her bra when she lounged on the sofa, or even a view of her crotch when she was lying face down.

When I managed to sneak a peek, I would get aroused and, if I were being pleasured, this would send me over the edge and result in my ejaculating my warm cum into the mouth of the person giving me pleasure.

Both my wife and Emily would accept the cum, albeit in different ways; my wife would merely give me an angry look and silently wipe it away with a tissue, whereas Emily would stick out her tongue and show me the cum before swallowing it. Both girls had their similarities and differences, they were truly two of a kind.