The Taste of Submission
The room was thick with the musky scent of sex, a heady perfume that hung in the air like a declaration of our shared debauchery.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows, my muscles protesting, and looked from one sister to the other. They were both so beautiful, so confident in their nakedness, so utterly unashamed.
"You girls," I managed to say, my voice hoarse, "are so fucking good at this." A slow grin spread across my face. "But don't blame me for what happens next. You two started this."
A spark of something dangerous ignited in their eyes at my words. It was a challenge, and they were accepting it.