FINAL INDULGENCE

Chapter 15

Lena’s POV

The text from Mom burned on my phone screen like a warning light. Flight switched. Coming home tomorrow afternoon instead. Can’t wait to see you all!

My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared at the words. Tomorrow. We had less than twenty-four hours before the house had to look normal again — before Mom walked back into this den of secrets and smelled the sex still clinging to every surface. Julian’s arm tightened around my waist. Ava’s soft breasts pressed against my back, her fingers lazily tracing circles on my hip. Oliver’s hand remained possessively between my thighs, two fingers slowly pumping in and out of my cum-filled pussy.

“Tomorrow,” I whispered, voice hoarse from hours of moaning. “She’s coming back tomorrow.”

The room fell silent for a beat, the only sound our breathing and the distant crash of waves outside the open balcony doors. Then Julian’s deep voice cut through the tension. “Then we make tonight count. One last time before we have to pretend again.”

Ava’s laugh was low and wicked. She bit my shoulder gently. “Good. I’ve been dying to push you all a little further.”

We didn’t waste time. The four of us showered together first, the large glass stall quickly filling with steam. Hands roamed everywhere. Julian pinned me against the cool tiles, lifting one of my legs and thrusting his thick cock deep into my pussy in one smooth motion. The wet slap of his hips against mine echoed loudly over the running water.

“Fuck, princess,” he groaned, pounding me steadily while Ava dropped to her knees in front of Oliver, sucking him with loud, sloppy enthusiasm.

Water cascaded over us as Julian fucked me harder, the head of his cock hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. Ava’s gagging sounds mixed with my moans as Oliver face-fucked her, holding her hair tightly. We switched after a while — Oliver took me from behind while Julian fed his cock into Ava’s mouth. The shower filled with the constant wet sounds of flesh, moans, and running water.

We barely dried off before moving to the living room. Ava pushed me onto the wide leather couch and climbed on top in a 69 position. Her tongue dove into my pussy immediately, licking up the mixture of cum still leaking from me. I moaned loudly and returned the favor, sucking on her clit while pushing two fingers inside her. The couch creaked under our movements. Julian and Oliver stood on either side, stroking their cocks and occasionally feeding them into our mouths.

“God, you two look so fucking hot,” Oliver groaned, pushing his thick cock between my lips while Ava licked where it entered my mouth. Julian did the same with Ava, the room filling with wet slurping, gagging, and the creak of leather.

After we all came again, we moved to the kitchen. Ava bent over the island while Julian slammed into her from behind. I sat on the counter in front of her, legs spread, letting her eat me out while Oliver fucked my mouth. The sounds were obscene — skin slapping, the island creaking, my muffled moans around Oliver’s cock, Ava’s loud cries vibrating against my clit.

We took breaks only to drink water and eat snacks, feeding each other bites between kisses. The entire house became our playground. On the balcony under the stars, Oliver fucked me bent over the railing while I watched Julian pound Ava right beside us.

The cool ocean breeze did nothing to cool our overheated bodies. Ava’s loud moans carried on the wind as she came again.

Back inside, we returned to the master bedroom for the main event. The four of us sprawled across the massive bed. Ava took charge, directing positions like a conductor.

She had me ride Julian reverse cowgirl while she sat on his face. Oliver fucked Ava from behind at the same time. The bedframe groaned loudly under our combined weight, headboard banging rhythmically against the wall — thump, thump, thump, thump.

“Fuck yes — deeper, Oliver!” Ava cried out, her breasts bouncing as she ground against Julian’s tongue. I bounced on Julian’s thick cock, feeling every inch stretch me. The wet sounds of pussy and cock filled the air constantly.

We rotated endlessly. At one point both Julian and Oliver had me at the same time — Julian in my pussy, Oliver in my ass — while Ava sucked on my nipples and rubbed my clit. The double penetration stretched me to the limit. I screamed in pleasure, body shaking violently as I came harder than I ever had. The burning fullness, the constant creaking of the bed, their grunts, and Ava’s dirty encouragement pushed me over again and again.

“You’re taking both cocks so well, Lena,” Ava purred, pinching my nipples. “Such a perfect little family slut.”

Hours blurred. We tried every combination possible. Ava riding both guys in turn while I sat on faces or sucked whoever was free. Me and Ava in a scissoring position while the guys took turns fucking us. Cumshots on breasts, faces, inside pussies and ass. The sheets were completely destroyed, soaked and sticky.

Around 3 a.m. we finally slowed down, lying in a sweaty, cum-covered tangle. My body felt used in the best and most exhausted way possible. Julian stroked my hair. Oliver kissed my shoulder. Ava traced patterns on my stomach.

“This has been the hottest weekend of my life,” Ava murmured. “Kate has no idea what she’s missing… or what’s happening under her roof.”

Guilt twisted in my chest for the first time in hours. Mom’s trusting face flashed in my mind. But the lust was stronger. I pushed the guilt down and kissed Ava deeply, then Julian, then Oliver.

We fell into a light sleep, limbs entangled, but it didn’t last long. Around 5 a.m. the hunger returned. This time it was slower, more sensual. Julian made love to me missionary style while Ava and Oliver watched and touched each other. Then Oliver took me gently from behind while I ate Ava out. Julian finished inside Ava as the sun began to rise.

By 8 a.m. we were up again, fucking in the shower one last time before we had to start cleaning. We scrubbed the house frantically — changing sheets, wiping surfaces, airing out rooms — but the scent of sex lingered faintly no matter what we did. Ava helped, but her touches never stopped. A quick finger in the laundry room. A blowjob for Oliver while I loaded the washer.

By early afternoon the house looked almost normal. But we were all still buzzing, bodies marked, eyes full of shared secrets.

My phone rang. Mom.

“Lena! I’m at the airport now. Flight lands in a few hours. Can’t wait to hug you all!”

I forced cheer into my voice. “Can’t wait, Mom.”

We hung up. The four of us looked at each other in the now-clean living room. Ava smiled wickedly.

“Plenty of time for one more quick round before she lands…”

The tension returned instantly. We knew it was risky, but none of us could resist.