The Day Two Sisters Taught Me to Obey

It was a Saturday in August and the whole city seemed to have emptied out. Daniela and I had the apartment to ourselves, something that almost never happened. We had finished our first year of university and spent the morning sprawled on the sofa, watching a series and talking about anything and everything, with the curtains half closed so the heat wouldn’t come in all the way.

I had known her for years. We were the kind of friends who told each other everything, or almost everything, because there was one thing I had never told her: I had been in love with her long before I knew what that word meant. Daniela was dark-haired, medium height, with tits that showed through any T-shirt and a way of laughing that undid me. It was no secret that she had suitors to spare; the secret was how much it hurt me to be only “the friend,” the one who jerked off thinking about her mouth, her tight ass in jeans, about a cunt I would never get to see.

As the afternoon went on, we kept ending up with less and less space between us. One of the episodes had a steamy scene, and the tension on the sofa grew so thick it could have been cut with a knife. I don’t know who moved in first. All I remember is that, suddenly, we were kissing.

It was slow at first, almost shy, and then it wasn’t anymore. My heart was in my throat. I’ve been waiting for this for years. For a moment the world stopped and I truly believed I owned something.

When we pulled apart, my elbow knocked over the coffee cup I had left on the table. The warm liquid soaked my jeans in an instant.

“No, no, take them off before everything gets stained!” she said, laughing, already on her feet.

I pulled my pants down right there in the middle of the living room and handed them to her. I was left in my underwear, awkward, because after that kiss my cock was standing hard under the fabric of my boxers, pointing up, impossible to hide. Daniela looked down for a second, pretended not to see a thing, and bit her lip to keep from laughing.

“I’m going to put them in the washer before it’s too late,” she murmured, and went off to the laundry room with my jeans in her hand.

I was left alone in the middle of the living room, in my boxers, heart racing and my head full of plans. This is the afternoon. Finally it’s happening. I’m going to fuck her to the hilt.

***

Just as I heard the washing machine start, the front door was thrown open.

Renata, Daniela’s older sister, walked in carrying bags. She was a year older than Daniela and had the reputation of being the difficult one in the family: short temper, sharp gaze, the kind of person you did not want to contradict. She had not expected to find anyone at home, much less a guy in his underwear, turned away from her, with his bulge showing through his boxers.

She didn’t ask questions. Didn’t hesitate. She dropped the bags, took two steps, and kicked me between the legs with a precision I have never forgiven her for.

The air left me in one brutal blast. I crumpled to the floor doubled over, hands clamped between my thighs, seeing white spots. I couldn’t scream, couldn’t breathe, just rolled from side to side while a dull pain climbed into my stomach.

“Renata!” Daniela came running from the laundry room. “It’s Mateo! He’s my friend, idiot!”

There was a half-second of silence. And then, instead of helping me, the two of them burst out laughing.

Not just any laugh. A clean, unrestrained peal of laughter, the kind that spreads and bounces off the walls. I was still on the floor, twisting in pain, and they were holding each other up so they wouldn’t fall.

“I thought it was a burglar,” Renata managed to say through tears. “A very poorly equipped burglar.”

“I swear this is not how I imagined this afternoon,” Daniela said, wiping her eyes.

The humiliation weighed more than the pain. I couldn’t understand how they could laugh at something that had me on the verge of nausea. When I finally managed to get onto one knee, face twisted in agony, I realized that this was nowhere near the ending I had imagined for my great moment.

***

It took a few minutes before I could sit on the sofa, still in my boxers because my jeans were spinning in the washer. The sisters settled on either side of me, one on the armrest and the other with her legs crossed, watching me like two cats who had just discovered a new toy.

“I’m really sorry,” Daniela said, though her smile betrayed her. “Are you better?”

“I guess,” I muttered, shaking my head.

And then something happened that I myself didn’t understand. The pain was beginning to fade, but in its place there was a strange heat, a shame that mixed with something else I didn’t want to name. I looked down and saw that, against all logic, I had gotten hard again. My cock was pushing the cotton of my boxers upward, obscene, impossible to hide, the tip marked with a wet spot of pre-cum that was leaving a dark ring on the fabric.

Renata noticed it before anyone else.

“Look, Daniela,” she said slowly, drawing out every word. “Look at his cock. If I hadn’t seen him crying five minutes ago, I’d swear he liked having a girl split his balls.”

I wanted to say no, that it was ridiculous, that anyone gets confused. I opened my mouth and nothing came out. Both of them were staring at me, and in that shared gaze I felt something tilt, the ground beneath my feet changing owners.

“Answer,” said Renata, no longer laughing. “Did you like it?”

“No... I don’t know,” was all I could manage.

“That’s a yes,” she declared.

Daniela was watching me with a new expression, curious, almost tender in her cruelty. The girl I had been in love with for years was studying me as if she finally understood what I was for.

“Get on your knees,” she said softly, testing the words.

And I, who a little while earlier had thought I was king of the world, slid off the sofa and knelt on the rug without arguing.

***

The apartment air had turned into something else. Renata leaned forward with her elbows on her knees, sizing me up.

“So this is what gets you off,” she said. “Being treated badly. Being ordered around. Two whores deciding what to do with your cock.”

I didn’t answer, but the heat climbing up my neck answered for me. Daniela stood, made a slow circle around me, and stopped behind my back. I felt her hand settle on my nape, no pressure, just reminding me who was in charge.

“Hands behind your back,” she ordered. “And don’t move them until I say so.”

I obeyed. I crossed my wrists at the small of my back and stayed still, kneeling in the middle of the room, with the two of them surrounding me. The humiliation was still there, but it no longer burned the same way: now it was pulling me downward, toward a place where surrender was almost a relief.

“Look only at me,” Daniela said, planting herself in front of me. “How many times did you imagine this afternoon?”

“A lot,” I admitted.

“And in how many of those were you the one giving orders?”

I swallowed.

“In all of them.”

She laughed softly, and the sound went straight through me.

“Then forget them. None of them were real.”

She grabbed the hem of her dress and started lifting it slowly, very slowly, until she showed me her thighs, then the white cotton panties clinging to her cunt, the fabric darker in the center from how wet it was. She pulled them to the side with two fingers, not taking them off, and planted her open cunt ten centimeters from my face. Pink, glossy, with the swollen clit already peeking between her lips.

“See this?” she said. “You’ve been jerking off for years thinking about this. Did you imagine it like this?”

“Yes,” I murmured, my mouth already dry.

“Lick it. No hands. And if you pull away before I tell you, tonight you don’t get to cum.”

I pushed my face forward and sank my tongue into her cunt. I licked from bottom to top, the full length of her slit, and tasted her flavor filling my mouth. I sucked her lips, one and then the other, bit them very gently, until she grabbed my hair with both hands and guided me to her clit.

“There. There, stay. Just the tip of your tongue. Fast.”

I licked her clit the way she asked, in quick circles first, then up and down, and she started moaning softly, rubbing her cunt against my face without a trace of shame. I breathed in her smell, my beard got soaked, and my cock in my boxers throbbed so hard I feared I’d cum without anyone even touching me.

Renata came up on one side and caught my chin with two fingers, forcing me to turn my face toward her.

“Rule number one,” she said. “When we speak, you answer ‘yes, ma’am.’ Rule number two: you don’t cum until one of us gives you permission. Rule number three: you take whatever we give you, the good and the bad. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered, and the words came out more easily than I expected.

Renata stood and pulled her T-shirt off over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits were bigger than Daniela’s, heavy, with dark nipples already hard and peaked. She sat on the edge of the sofa, opened her jeans, pulled them down with her thong to her knees, and let herself fall backward, spreading her legs for me.

“Now me. And since your mouth is busy with your friend, you’re going to alternate. A while with one, a while with the other. So the flavors get mixed up.”

Daniela let go of my hair and Renata took it. She brought my face to her cunt without ceremony and mashed it there against her pussy. I started eating her the way I had just eaten her sister, sucking, licking, sliding my whole tongue inside her. Renata had a tighter, hairier cunt, and she moaned differently, rougher, while she dug her nails into my nape.

“The fingers, dumbass, use your fingers too.”

She released my hands with a look and I slid two fingers into her cunt while I sucked her clit. I pushed them in and out, feeling how she clenched around them, while Daniela pulled her panties all the way to one side and fondled her tits, watching the show.

“Now me again,” Daniela ordered, tugging my hair toward her side.

I spent fifteen, twenty minutes like that, kneeling on the rug, eating both their cunts in turn. My beard and lips were left sticky, glossy, with the taste of one mixed with the other. When Daniela came the first time, she clamped my head between her thighs against her cunt, moaning long and filthy, soaking my face with her juices all the way up to my nose.

“Good boy,” she panted. “Very good boy.”

Renata stood and looked down at me, tits bare, jeans around her ankles.

“Take off your boxers. I want to see once and for all what you’ve got.”

I pulled my boxers down. My cock sprang up, hard, red, the head glistening with so much pre-cum it had leaked out of me. The two of them laughed at the same time, but this time the laughter was something else: hunger, more than mockery.

“Well, it’s not that poorly equipped,” Renata conceded. “Lie back.”

I flung myself onto my back on the rug. Daniela straddled my face without asking, facing my feet, and planted her cunt in my mouth again. Renata crouched beside me, took my cock in her hand, and started stroking me, slowly at first, squeezing the shaft hard, pulling the foreskin down and leaving the head bare.

“Don’t even think about cumming,” she warned. “Not even a little.”

She bent down and took my whole cock in her mouth in one motion. I felt her hot throat close around the tip, her tongue working the underside, saliva dripping onto my balls. She sucked me with her eyes closed, taking my shaft all the way to the base and pulling off every inch before spitting on me and swallowing me again. I tried to focus on Daniela’s cunt so I wouldn’t cum in her sister’s mouth, and I kept licking her even though I could barely breathe under her.

“Look how well she does it,” Renata told Daniela, pulling my cock out of her mouth for a second. “This kid was made to serve us his whole life.”

“Did you hear that, Mateo?” Daniela said from above, grinding her cunt against my tongue. “Your. Whole. Life.”

Daniela came for the second time over my mouth, trembling, and got off my face panting. They switched. Now Renata straddled my hips, grabbed my cock with one hand, and shoved it into her cunt all at once, to the hilt, without warning me. I let out a broken moan. She was so wet I slid all the way in without resistance, and at the same time so tight that I felt her cunt closing around my cock centimeter by centimeter.

“Stay still,” she gasped, pressing my hands against my chest. “I’m fucking it at my pace. You put the dick in and shut up.”

She started moving on top of me. She rose and fell slowly, clamping down on my cock with each descent, letting me feel the full length of it going in and out. Then she leaned forward, shoved one tit into my mouth, and made me suck her nipple while her ride sped up. Daniela knelt beside us, took one of her sister’s hands, and with the other started groping my balls and stroking my perineum with her fingertip.

“Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum,” Renata kept repeating, no longer keeping rhythm, dropping onto my cock harder and harder, her tits bouncing in my face.

Her cunt tightened all at once, and I felt it contract in waves around my cock. She came screaming, throwing her head back, digging her nails into my pecs. A stream of warm juices ran down my balls and onto the rug. And even so, when it was over, she pulled my cock from her cunt and moved away, leaving it throbbing in the open air, red and glossy with her juices.

“Not yet,” she said, laughing. “Not yet, brat.”

Daniela got down on all fours beside me, looking over her shoulder, shaking her ass in the air.

“Come here. Put it in me here. But don’t cum until I tell you. If you cum before then, you’re never coming back into this house.”

I knelt behind her. I grabbed her hips with both hands, lined my cock up with her soaked cunt, and pushed my dick inside her. My head went blank. It was the cunt I had fantasized about for years, my best friend’s cunt clenching around my cock, and it was hot, tight, wet with pure desire. I started fucking her slowly, measuring every thrust, biting my lip so I wouldn’t blow in three strokes.

“Harder, don’t be a coward,” she begged, pushing her ass back every time I went in. “Ruin my cunt, come on.”

I grabbed her hair, wrapped it around my fist, and started driving into her to the hilt, my pubis slamming against her ass with every thrust. The wet sound of my cock going in and out filled the living room. Renata lay back on the floor in front of Daniela, spread her legs, and grabbed her face to press it against her cunt.

“Come on, little sister. Suck me while he’s fucking you.”

Daniela started eating her sister’s cunt while I fucked her from behind, and I was seeing the whole scene from above — my friend’s arched back, her tits hanging, her face buried between Renata’s legs, the two of them moaning at once — and I felt like I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Ma’am... I’m going to cum, please...”

“Hold it,” Renata barked from below, staring straight at me. “Hold it, goddammit.”

I drove my cock into Daniela until she came for a third time too, trembling over my shaft, clenching around me in spasms. Renata came right after, rubbing herself against her sister’s mouth. And only then, when both of them were done, Renata looked at me and said:

“Now you. Pull it out. Cum on her face.”

I yanked my cock out of Daniela’s cunt. She immediately turned on her knees, opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and looked up at me, waiting. I grabbed my cock and gave myself three or four quick strokes, aiming at her face. The first shot hit her cheek and upper lip. The second landed on her tongue. The last, thinner spurts smeared her chin and ran down onto one breast. Renata came over and licked her sister’s cheek, cleaning off my cum with her tongue to pass it mouth to mouth between them, watching me while they kissed.

I sank down onto my heels, trembling, my cock still dripping, my lungs empty. Each refusal, each order, each calculated taunt had pushed me a little farther down and, against all reason, I had liked it more. I discovered that the tension I had spent years mistaking for love had another face, one that only appeared when I stopped pretending I was in control.

***

After that I stayed sitting on the rug, exhausted and naked, my soft cock stuck to my thigh, while the washer beeped in the background announcing that my jeans were ready. Daniela handed me a glass of water without stopping smiling, though now there was something different in her eyes. A thread of my cum was still hanging from her chin and she didn’t bother wiping it away.

“See?” Renata said, stretching out naked on the sofa as if nothing had happened, tits bare. “And here I thought you were just a badly equipped intruder.”

I laughed, and this time the laugh didn’t hurt. The two sisters looked down at me, absolute owners of an afternoon I had imagined a thousand ways and that had ended up being better, and much stranger, than any of my fantasies.

“I suppose this is a story we’re not going to forget,” Renata said, and Daniela nodded, biting her lip, still tasting my cum in her mouth.

I collected my warm jeans from the laundry room and, while I pulled them onto my sticky skin, I knew I would be back. That next time we were alone I wasn’t going to pretend I was the one in charge. And that, for the first time in years, I didn’t care at all.