Pricey Peeking

Pricey Peeking

It was a warm summer evening, the sun was slowly setting, but the air was still pleasantly warm.
Tom was strolling down the street on his way to see Lucy, his girlfriend. They'd only been a couple for a few weeks now, but everything felt so familiar already. Lucy was eighteen, he was nineteen. It was easy to be with her. No exaggerated drama, no artificial back and forth. They laughed a lot and understood each other quickly.
As he turned the corner, he could see her house. A pretty, bright row house, well-kept, with a few plants in the front yard. Tom walked up the three steps to the front door and rang the bell.
After a few seconds, the door opened. Lucy beamed at him.

Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, slightly tousled, but just right.

“Hiii"
“Hey,” Tom replied, standing there for a moment. Her smile was what he had been looking forward to all day.

He had barely stepped inside when he heard voices from the living room. He had assumed that they would be alone, but said nothing. While he was taking off his shoes, he saw two figures coming down the stairs out of the corner of his eyes. He looked up and saw two women scurrying barefoot across the smooth parquet floor. One had slightly curly brown hair and darker, tanned skin, similar to Lucy. She must be her sister. He knew she had a sister, but had never met her. He thought he remembered her name was Isabel. She was wearing some jeans shorts and a black, slightly sheer top. She briefly glanced at him. The other, blonde and with a lighter complexion, wore a short black skirt that showed off her delicately tanned legs, togethet with a pink jacket and a white crop top.
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The two women were certainly older than him. Mid-twenties, perhaps. And they were good-looking. Very good-looking, in fact.
Tom paused briefly.
His gaze lingered on them for a moment before he remembered he'd better not stare. He turned his head back to his shoes.
“They'll be gone in a minute,” Lucy said casually. “That's my sister. And Stella.”
“Ah,” said Tom, trying to sound as uninterested as possible.

The two disappeared up the stairs.
Lucy took his hand and pulled him up the stairs as well. Lucy's room was two doors down from her sister's room. As they walked past it, they could still hear muffled music and voices.
Lucy's room was cozy. Brightly painted walls, a large round beanbag on the floor in front of a TV that looked like it must have cost a fortune. A few pillows, a fluffy rug. It smelled a little like vanilla.
Lucy immediately made herself comfortable on the huge beanbag, stretched out her legs, and giggled a little when he lay down next to her. They cuddled up together and Tom slowly ran his fingers over Lucy's side.
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He liked it when she sometimes flinched at his gentle touch, but he didn't want to disturb the cozy atmosphere, so he kept his caresses very tender. Every now and then they exchanged loving glances.
After a while of watching some random show, Tom murmured: “I'll go get something to drink.”
“Mhm...” Lucy clung to him briefly before letting him go.
He got up, ran his fingers through his hair, and walked out the door.

He stepped out of Lucy's room and quietly closed the door behind him. The hallway was dark, with only a slant of light coming from Isable's room. The door was slightly ajar, and the warm light inside cast a narrow strip on the floor. Soft music was still coming from the room. As he walked past, his steps slowed unconsciously. He couldn't help but take a quick peek inside. He first saw Stella walking across the room to a corner that was no longer visible from his position.

Then he took another step and saw Lucy's sister, sitting with her back to him in front of a small dressing table, leaning slightly forward, her gaze apparently fixed on the mirror. Her top was completely see through at the back. She was kneeling on a stool with her legs drawn up. The denim shorts she was wearing were extremely skimpy and only covered the bare minimum.

Tom paused for a moment. His gaze involuntarily slid over the line of her back, from her neck down, along her gently curved spine, to her too-short shorts. Then his gaze wandered over her delicate, slightly curved soles to her toes, which were tapping lightly to the music.
He stood there mesmerized, not noticing how the seconds passed. Suddenly, the old wood creaked beneath his feet. Tom flinched. Without looking back, he quickly continued his way, down the stairs.

Downstairs in the kitchen, he grabbed something to drink and took a deep breath. He felt his heart beating a little faster and noticed that something had stirred in his pants.

As he climbed the stairs again, Lucy already came towards him. “I have to do something realquick,” she said as she threw on a thin jacket. “I'll be right back, it'll only take two minutes. I'm sorryy” She looked as if she had forgotten something really important. Tom was slightly puzzled, but let her pass and went upstairs.
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When Tom reached the top of the stairs, his eyes immediately fell on the door to his sister's room.
It was now closed. His stomach tightened a little. He paused for a moment. Had they heard him? Muffled music was still coming from their room. Maybe he was overthinking it. Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe not. There was nothing he could do about it now anyway.

He shook off the thought and made himself comfortable again on the cushion in Lucy's room. He heard the front door lock downstairs.
Not ten seconds later, he heard Isabel's bedroom door open. Or rather, he heard the music suddenly get louder. Tom lifted his head slightly and listened.
He assumed that the two of them were finally ready to leave. He waited for the footsteps to recede down the stairs, but to his surprise, the footsteps suddenly came closer. He sat up a little straighter, his heart beating faster again.
Then the door opened.
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Standing in front of him were Lucy's sister and, slightly behind her, Stella. Tom froze for a moment. The sister was still wearing her super-short denim shorts and this fishnet top, that barely covered anything. She had one hand casually resting on her hip, the other running through her hair. Next to her was Stella, wearing a black miniskirt and a top so short that you might think the tailor had run out of fabric halfway through. She tilted her head to one side.
Tom swallowed hard. For a moment, he didn't know what to do with himself. His gaze wandered as if by itself, first to one, then to the other, then back again. He tried to concentrate and look them in the eyes. And to appear as calm as possible.
“Well, Tommy...” said Isabel.

The voice was calm, but with that mockingly sweet undertone that immediately gave him goose bumps.
“Did you like what you saw?”
Isabel took a few steps towards him until she was standing right in front of him, looking down at him with a half-smile on her lips.
Before he could say anything, she plopped down next to him on the seat cushion. Stella followed her with a small, almost silent laugh and sat down on his other side. “We thought we'd drop by for a moment,” she said as she adjusted a pillow. Isabel looked at him with her head tilted, the sparkle in her eyes hard to miss.

"You know, I don't mind if you take a look. But then we want something in return. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair.“ As she spoke, she slid her hand over his upper arm, then up to his shoulder. Tom tried to explain: ”I... that wasn't intentional, I just ... well..." But before he could continue, Stella said with a gentle smile:
“You don't have to be ashamed. It's totally okay. But... it comes at a price.”
The two of them were sitting way too close to him, one on each side and he noticed a bulge forming in his pants again.
Suddenly, he felt a pinch in his side. He flinched reflexively.
“Oh?” Isabel said, feigning surprise. “Sensitive?”

As soon as she said that, Stella, on the other side followed with a similar pinch, this time just above his hip. Tom tensed even more. “Ahh!”
“That's interesting,” said Isabel as her fingers now wandered along his ribs.
“Wait, I... haha.” Tom tried to sit up, about to get up from the seat cushion, but in that moment Isabel sat down on his lap and pushed him back down by his chest. “Nooo. You stay right here.” Tom was paralyzed. His gaze slid briefly over her body, then he forced himself to look her in the eyes again. His face grew hot. She looked at him with a mischievous grin.
Then her fingers slid over his chest again. She began to tickle him, first on the sides, then further up over his ribs and toward his stomach.
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Tom immediately flinched, squirming under her weight, a cry escaping him. Before he could protest, Stella started to work on his hips from the other side.
“Hey - wait! No! AHAHAHAHA!” Tom tried to wriggle free, his hands flailing wildly, but it was hopeless. When he managed to fend off one of them, the other took the opportunity to strike.
“Someone's sensitive,” Isabel grinned. “If you keep wriggling like that, we'll have to hold you down.”
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Before Tom could even respond, Stella had already grabbed his right arm. With both hands, she pulled it back."That's better," she murmured with feigned strictness.Isabel immediately seized the moment, focusing her attacks on his now defenseless sides. Her fingers flew over his ribs, over his waist, without mercy. Tom gasped for air, laughed breathlessly, and squirmed even more. In a desperate attempt, Tom eventually twisted beneath her, somehow slipping onto his stomach. A half-successful bid for freedom.

But standing up was impossible now. He lay flat on the cushion, his face half-pressed into a pillow, with the two girls sitting on top of him. "Oh, this just makes it easier," Stella commented dryly, lifting his arms up so he couldn't support or hold onto anything anymore. Tom kicked and flailed around. Isabel  visibly enjoyed the moment of helplessness. She watched Tom with a sparkling gaze, letting her hands slide under his T-shirt, which had ridden up. Her fingernails scratched his sides very gently, teasingly, like a quiet harbinger of what was about to come. And Tom knew exactly what was coming. The mere suggestion made him squirm frantically, his laughter coming out strained and nervous. "AHA...AH... STOP... PLEASE!" Then she let loose. Her fingers dug deep into his sides, searching for his most sensitive spots. Tom shrieked and then burst into a mix of hysterical laughter and screams. "AHAHAHAHIIIIIIHHHH!" He tried to break free from the grip, but in his position, it was hopeless. A few seconds passed that felt like an eternity.

"I want a turn too!" Stella called out laughing. Isabel let go and gave Tom a moment to catch his breath. But before he could recover, she had already firmly grabbed his arms again and rolled him onto his back. This time, Stella sat down on his lap, while Isabel held his arms down and wrapped her legs around his head to make moving even harder for him. Stella looked at him with a smirk. She slowly pushed his T-shirt up, past his chest. Then she placed her hands on his stomach and began to massage him very gently. First, she stroked his entire upper body with her flat hand, then she started scratching his chest, sides, and ribs with her fingernails. It was ticklish in a way that was sometimes pleasant and sometimes torturous.

Tom blushed even harder than he already was before. Stella seemed to notice and moved a little closer to him, intensifying her massage a bit more.

"You are so cute when you blush like that," she said, grinning. Then she stretched back exaggeratedly. Her too-short T-shirt slid up. Her gleaming skin stretched tight. Tom's gaze followed the fine line from her navel upwards. Her top had ridden up so far that he could catch a fleeting glimpse of her breasts from below. Then Stella looked at him again. "You didn't just peak again, did you?"

Tom opened his mouth, wanting to justify himself, but he didn't get the chance. In the next moment, she lunged at him with a grin, her fingers accurately targeting his sides, his waist, his stomach.

"No, wait! AHAHAHAHAHAH" But it was too late yet again. Her hands flew over his upper body, finding every sensitive spot. Sometimes scratching lightly, sometimes just pricking with her fingertips. Tom writhed like crazy, snorted, gasped, laughed, a laugh that eventually turned into a hoarse choke.

Her fingers didn't stop, always finding new spots, as if she enjoyed taking him apart piece by piece. She was about to say something when her gaze fell on the bulge in his pants.
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"Oh... Looks like you're enjoying this even more than I am."
She looked at him,first with a grin, then with a look that was decidedly more serious than before. Slowly, her hand wandered back to his stomach, gliding gently over his skin. Her fingertips traced small circles on his skin before they wandered deeper, centimeter by centimeter, further downwards.With a skillful movement, she unzipped his pants while her fingers continued their path along his lower abdomen.

Tom held his breath. Every muscle in him tensed. He felt his erection growing with every centimeter she moved downwards. And she took her time, as if meticulously examining every inch. Then, the loud slam of a door echoed through the house from downstairs. Stella stopped instantly. Her eyes lifted, meeting Isabel's. For a moment, everything was silent. "One word about this, and we'll visit you again!" Isabel warned him with a meaningful look. She jumped up and moved toward the door. Stella grinned, leaned over him again while letting her fingernails wander up his bare torso.

Then she gave a firm squeeze where the bulge in his pants had formed. Tom flinched violently and immediately wanted to jump up, but she grabbed him by his chest with her other hand, pressed him down, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She quickly followed Isabel out of the room without saying another word. Tom couldn't help but stare after them for a moment.

Then he blinked, snapping back to reality. His pulse was still racing. He hastily straightened up, ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, smoothed down his face, and took a deep breath.He glanced at his shirt, it was crooked, the fabric wrinkled. He quickly adjusted it. He could already hear the first steps on the stairs. He grabbed a pillow and used it to cover his erection. What if she noticed something? What if his face gave too much away? Tom forced himself into the most relaxed expression possible and sat back down on the floor cushion, as if nothing had happened.The door opened.

Lucy walked in. "Sorry, that took a little longer," she said breathlessly, slipping the thin jacket off her shoulders. Tom blinked. "No big deal," he mumbled, too quickly, too high-pitched. Then he cleared his throat. "Everything's fine." She gave him a warm smile, completely unconcerned. Then she dropped back onto the large floor cushion, sliding close to him, just like before."Hope you didn't miss me too much," she said playfully, leaning against his side.Tom forced a crooked smile. "A little," he said softly.She looked relaxed, as if nothing had happened. No hints, no scrutinizing look. Apparently, she really hadn't noticed a thing.

It was a warm summer evening, the sun was slowly setting, but the air was still pleasantly warm.
‍
Tom was strolling down the street on his way to see Lucy, his girlfriend. They'd only been a couple for a few weeks now, but everything felt so familiar already. Lucy was eighteen, he was nineteen. It was easy to be with her. No exaggerated drama, no artificial back and forth. They laughed a lot and understood each other quickly.

As he turned the corner, he could see her house. A pretty, bright row house, well-kept, with a few plants in the front yard. Tom walked up the three steps to the front door and rang the bell.
After a few seconds, the door opened. Lucy beamed at him.
Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, slightly tousled, but just right.

“Hiii"
“Hey,” Tom replied, standing there for a moment. Her smile was what he had been looking forward to all day.

He had barely stepped inside when he heard voices from the living room. He had assumed that they would be alone, but said nothing. While he was taking off his shoes, he saw two figures coming down the stairs out of the corner of his eyes. He looked up and saw two women scurrying barefoot across the smooth parquet floor. One had slightly curly brown hair and darker, tanned skin, similar to Lucy. She must be her sister. He knew she had a sister, but had never met her. He thought he remembered her name was Isabel. She was wearing some jeans shorts and a black, slightly sheer top. She briefly glanced at him. The other, blonde and with a lighter complexion, wore a short black skirt that showed off her delicately tanned legs, togethet with a pink jacket and a white crop top.
‍
The two women were certainly older than him. Mid-twenties, perhaps. And they were good-looking. Very good-looking, in fact.
Tom paused briefly.
His gaze lingered on them for a moment before he remembered he'd better not stare. He turned his head back to his shoes.
“They'll be gone in a minute,” Lucy said casually. “That's my sister. And Stella.”
“Ah,” said Tom, trying to sound as uninterested as possible.

The two disappeared up the stairs.
Lucy took his hand and pulled him up the stairs as well. Lucy's room was two doors down from her sister's room. As they walked past it, they could still hear muffled music and voices.
Lucy's room was cozy. Brightly painted walls, a large round beanbag on the floor in front of a TV that looked like it must have cost a fortune. A few pillows, a fluffy rug. It smelled a little like vanilla.
Lucy immediately made herself comfortable on the huge beanbag, stretched out her legs, and giggled a little when he lay down next to her. They cuddled up together and Tom slowly ran his fingers over Lucy's side.
‍
He liked it when she sometimes flinched at his gentle touch, but he didn't want to disturb the cozy atmosphere, so he kept his caresses very tender. Every now and then they exchanged loving glances.
After a while of watching some random show, Tom murmured: “I'll go get something to drink.”
“Mhm...” Lucy clung to him briefly before letting him go.
He got up, ran his fingers through his hair, and walked out the door.

He stepped out of Lucy's room and quietly closed the door behind him. The hallway was dark, with only a slant of light coming from Isable's room. The door was slightly ajar, and the warm light inside cast a narrow strip on the floor. Soft music was still coming from the room. As he walked past, his steps slowed unconsciously. He couldn't help but take a quick peek inside. He first saw Stella walking across the room to a corner that was no longer visible from his position.

Then he took another step and saw Lucy's sister, sitting with her back to him in front of a small dressing table, leaning slightly forward, her gaze apparently fixed on the mirror. Her top was completely see through at the back. She was kneeling on a stool with her legs drawn up. The denim shorts she was wearing were extremely skimpy and only covered the bare minimum.
Tom paused for a moment. His gaze involuntarily slid over the line of her back, from her neck down, along her gently curved spine, to her too-short shorts.

Then his gaze wandered over her delicate, slightly curved soles to her toes, which were tapping lightly to the music.
He stood there mesmerized, not noticing how the seconds passed. Suddenly, the old wood creaked beneath his feet. Tom flinched. Without looking back, he quickly continued his way, down the stairs.

Downstairs in the kitchen, he grabbed something to drink and took a deep breath. He felt his heart beating a little faster and noticed that something had stirred in his pants.

As he climbed the stairs again, Lucy already came towards him. “I have to do something realquick,” she said as she threw on a thin jacket. “I'll be right back, it'll only take two minutes. I'm sorryy” She looked as if she had forgotten something really important. Tom was slightly puzzled, but let her pass and went upstairs.
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When Tom reached the top of the stairs, his eyes immediately fell on the door to his sister's room.
It was now closed. His stomach tightened a little. He paused for a moment. Had they heard him? Muffled music was still coming from their room. Maybe he was overthinking it. Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe not. There was nothing he could do about it now anyway.

He shook off the thought and made himself comfortable again on the cushion in Lucy's room. He heard the front door lock downstairs.
Not ten seconds later, he heard Isabel's bedroom door open. Or rather, he heard the music suddenly get louder. Tom lifted his head slightly and listened.
He assumed that the two of them were finally ready to leave. He waited for the footsteps to recede down the stairs, but to his surprise, the footsteps suddenly came closer. He sat up a little straighter, his heart beating faster again.
Then the door opened.
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Standing in front of him were Lucy's sister and, slightly behind her, Stella. Tom froze for a moment. The sister was still wearing her super-short denim shorts and this fishnet top, that barely covered anything. She had one hand casually resting on her hip, the other running through her hair. Next to her was Stella, wearing a black miniskirt and a top so short that you might think the tailor had run out of fabric halfway through. She tilted her head to one side.
Tom swallowed hard. For a moment, he didn't know what to do with himself. His gaze wandered as if by itself, first to one, then to the other, then back again. He tried to concentrate and look them in the eyes. And to appear as calm as possible.
“Well, Tommy...” said Isabel.

The voice was calm, but with that mockingly sweet undertone that immediately gave him goose bumps.
“Did you like what you saw?”
Isabel took a few steps towards him until she was standing right in front of him, looking down at him with a half-smile on her lips.
Before he could say anything, she plopped down next to him on the seat cushion. Stella followed her with a small, almost silent laugh and sat down on his other side. “We thought we'd drop by for a moment,” she said as she adjusted a pillow. Isabel looked at him with her head tilted, the sparkle in her eyes hard to miss.

"You know, I don't mind if you take a look. But then we want something in return. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair.“ As she spoke, she slid her hand over his upper arm, then up to his shoulder. Tom tried to explain: ”I... that wasn't intentional, I just ... well..." But before he could continue, Stella said with a gentle smile:
“You don't have to be ashamed. It's totally okay. But... it comes at a price.”
The two of them were sitting way too close to him, one on each side and he noticed a bulge forming in his pants again.
Suddenly, he felt a pinch in his side. He flinched reflexively.
“Oh?” Isabel said, feigning surprise. “Sensitive?”

As soon as she said that, Stella, on the other side followed with a similar pinch, this time just above his hip. Tom tensed even more. “Ahh!”
“That's interesting,” said Isabel as her fingers now wandered along his ribs.
“Wait, I... haha.” Tom tried to sit up, about to get up from the seat cushion, but in that moment Isabel sat down on his lap and pushed him back down by his chest. “Nooo. You stay right here.” Tom was paralyzed. His gaze slid briefly over her body, then he forced himself to look her in the eyes again. His face grew hot. She looked at him with a mischievous grin.
Then her fingers slid over his chest again. She began to tickle him, first on the sides, then further up over his ribs and toward his stomach.
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Tom immediately flinched, squirming under her weight, a cry escaping him. Before he could protest, Stella started to work on his hips from the other side.
“Hey - wait! No! AHAHAHAHA!” Tom tried to wriggle free, his hands flailing wildly, but it was hopeless. When he managed to fend off one of them, the other took the opportunity to strike.
“Someone's sensitive,” Isabel grinned. “If you keep wriggling like that, we'll have to hold you down.”
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Before Tom could even respond, Stella had already grabbed his right arm. With both hands, she pulled it back."That's better," she murmured with feigned strictness.Isabel immediately seized the moment, focusing her attacks on his now defenseless sides. Her fingers flew over his ribs, over his waist, without mercy. Tom gasped for air, laughed breathlessly, and squirmed even more. In a desperate attempt, Tom eventually twisted beneath her, somehow slipping onto his stomach. A half-successful bid for freedom.

But standing up was impossible now. He lay flat on the cushion, his face half-pressed into a pillow, with the two girls sitting on top of him. "Oh, this just makes it easier," Stella commented dryly, lifting his arms up so he couldn't support or hold onto anything anymore. Tom kicked and flailed around. Isabel  visibly enjoyed the moment of helplessness. She watched Tom with a sparkling gaze, letting her hands slide under his T-shirt, which had ridden up. Her fingernails scratched his sides very gently, teasingly, like a quiet harbinger of what was about to come. And Tom knew exactly what was coming. The mere suggestion made him squirm frantically, his laughter coming out strained and nervous. "AHA...AH... STOP... PLEASE!" Then she let loose. Her fingers dug deep into his sides, searching for his most sensitive spots. Tom shrieked and then burst into a mix of hysterical laughter and screams. "AHAHAHAHIIIIIIHHHH!" He tried to break free from the grip, but in his position, it was hopeless. A few seconds passed that felt like an eternity.

"I want a turn too!" Stella called out laughing. Isabel let go and gave Tom a moment to catch his breath. But before he could recover, she had already firmly grabbed his arms again and rolled him onto his back. This time, Stella sat down on his lap, while Isabel held his arms down and wrapped her legs around his head to make moving even harder for him. Stella looked at him with a smirk. She slowly pushed his T-shirt up, past his chest. Then she placed her hands on his stomach and began to massage him very gently. First, she stroked his entire upper body with her flat hand, then she started scratching his chest, sides, and ribs with her fingernails. It was ticklish in a way that was sometimes pleasant and sometimes torturous.

Tom blushed even harder than he already was before. Stella seemed to notice and moved a little closer to him, intensifying her massage a bit more.

"You are so cute when you blush like that," she said, grinning. Then she stretched back exaggeratedly. Her too-short T-shirt slid up. Her gleaming skin stretched tight. Tom's gaze followed the fine line from her navel upwards. Her top had ridden up so far that he could catch a fleeting glimpse of her breasts from below. Then Stella looked at him again. "You didn't just peak again, did you?".

Tom opened his mouth, wanting to justify himself, but he didn't get the chance. In the next moment, she lunged at him with a grin, her fingers accurately targeting his sides, his waist, his stomach.

"No, wait! AHAHAHAHAHAH" But it was too late yet again. Her hands flew over his upper body, finding every sensitive spot. Sometimes scratching lightly, sometimes just pricking with her fingertips. Tom writhed like crazy, snorted, gasped, laughed, a laugh that eventually turned into a hoarse choke.

Her fingers didn't stop, always finding new spots, as if she enjoyed taking him apart piece by piece. She was about to say something when her gaze fell on the bulge in his pants.
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"Oh... Looks like you're enjoying this even more than I am."
She looked at him,first with a grin, then with a look that was decidedly more serious than before. Slowly, her hand wandered back to his stomach, gliding gently over his skin. Her fingertips traced small circles on his skin before they wandered deeper, centimeter by centimeter, further downwards.With a skillful movement, she unzipped his pants while her fingers continued their path along his lower abdomen.

Tom held his breath. Every muscle in him tensed. He felt his erection growing with every centimeter she moved downwards. And she took her time, as if meticulously examining every inch. Then, the loud slam of a door echoed through the house from downstairs. Stella stopped instantly. Her eyes lifted, meeting Isabel's. For a moment, everything was silent. "One word about this, and we'll visit you again!" Isabel warned him with a meaningful look. She jumped up and moved toward the door. Stella grinned, leaned over him again while letting her fingernails wander up his bare torso.

Then she gave a firm squeeze where the bulge in his pants had formed. Tom flinched violently and immediately wanted to jump up, but she grabbed him by his chest with her other hand, pressed him down, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She quickly followed Isabel out of the room without saying another word. Tom couldn't help but stare after them for a moment.

Then he blinked, snapping back to reality. His pulse was still racing. He hastily straightened up, ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, smoothed down his face, and took a deep breath.He glanced at his shirt, it was crooked, the fabric wrinkled. He quickly adjusted it. He could already hear the first steps on the stairs. He grabbed a pillow and used it to cover his erection. What if she noticed something? What if his face gave too much away? Tom forced himself into the most relaxed expression possible and sat back down on the floor cushion, as if nothing had happened.The door opened.

Lucy walked in. "Sorry, that took a little longer," she said breathlessly, slipping the thin jacket off her shoulders. Tom blinked. "No big deal," he mumbled, too quickly, too high-pitched. Then he cleared his throat. "Everything's fine." She gave him a warm smile, completely unconcerned. Then she dropped back onto the large floor cushion, sliding close to him, just like before."Hope you didn't miss me too much," she said playfully, leaning against his side.Tom forced a crooked smile. "A little," he said softly.She looked relaxed, as if nothing had happened. No hints, no scrutinizing look. Apparently, she really hadn't noticed a thing.

It was a warm summer evening, the sun was slowly setting, but the air was still pleasantly warm.
‍
Tom was strolling down the street on his way to see Lucy, his girlfriend. They'd only been a couple for a few weeks now, but everything felt so familiar already. Lucy was eighteen, he was nineteen. It was easy to be with her. No exaggerated drama, no artificial back and forth. They laughed a lot and understood each other quickly.

As he turned the corner, he could see her house. A pretty, bright row house, well-kept, with a few plants in the front yard. Tom walked up the three steps to the front door and rang the bell.
After a few seconds, the door opened. Lucy beamed at him.
Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, slightly tousled, but just right.

“Hiii"
“Hey,” Tom replied, standing there for a moment. Her smile was what he had been looking forward to all day.

He had barely stepped inside when he heard voices from the living room. He had assumed that they would be alone, but said nothing. While he was taking off his shoes, he saw two figures coming down the stairs out of the corner of his eyes. He looked up and saw two women scurrying barefoot across the smooth parquet floor. One had slightly curly brown hair and darker, tanned skin, similar to Lucy. She must be her sister. He knew she had a sister, but had never met her. He thought he remembered her name was Isabel. She was wearing some jeans shorts and a black, slightly sheer top. She briefly glanced at him. The other, blonde and with a lighter complexion, wore a short black skirt that showed off her delicately tanned legs, togethet with a pink jacket and a white crop top.
‍
The two women were certainly older than him. Mid-twenties, perhaps. And they were good-looking. Very good-looking, in fact.
Tom paused briefly.
His gaze lingered on them for a moment before he remembered he'd better not stare. He turned his head back to his shoes.
“They'll be gone in a minute,” Lucy said casually. “That's my sister. And Stella.”
“Ah,” said Tom, trying to sound as uninterested as possible.

The two disappeared up the stairs.
Lucy took his hand and pulled him up the stairs as well. Lucy's room was two doors down from her sister's room. As they walked past it, they could still hear muffled music and voices.
Lucy's room was cozy. Brightly painted walls, a large round beanbag on the floor in front of a TV that looked like it must have cost a fortune. A few pillows, a fluffy rug. It smelled a little like vanilla.
Lucy immediately made herself comfortable on the huge beanbag, stretched out her legs, and giggled a little when he lay down next to her. They cuddled up together and Tom slowly ran his fingers over Lucy's side.
‍
He liked it when she sometimes flinched at his gentle touch, but he didn't want to disturb the cozy atmosphere, so he kept his caresses very tender. Every now and then they exchanged loving glances.
After a while of watching some random show, Tom murmured: “I'll go get something to drink.”
“Mhm...” Lucy clung to him briefly before letting him go.
He got up, ran his fingers through his hair, and walked out the door.

He stepped out of Lucy's room and quietly closed the door behind him. The hallway was dark, with only a slant of light coming from Isable's room. The door was slightly ajar, and the warm light inside cast a narrow strip on the floor. Soft music was still coming from the room. As he walked past, his steps slowed unconsciously. He couldn't help but take a quick peek inside. He first saw Stella walking across the room to a corner that was no longer visible from his position.

Then he took another step and saw Lucy's sister, sitting with her back to him in front of a small dressing table, leaning slightly forward, her gaze apparently fixed on the mirror. Her top was completely see through at the back. She was kneeling on a stool with her legs drawn up. The denim shorts she was wearing were extremely skimpy and only covered the bare minimum.
Tom paused for a moment. His gaze involuntarily slid over the line of her back, from her neck down, along her gently curved spine, to her too-short shorts.

Then his gaze wandered over her delicate, slightly curved soles to her toes, which were tapping lightly to the music.
He stood there mesmerized, not noticing how the seconds passed. Suddenly, the old wood creaked beneath his feet. Tom flinched. Without looking back, he quickly continued his way, down the stairs.

Downstairs in the kitchen, he grabbed something to drink and took a deep breath. He felt his heart beating a little faster and noticed that something had stirred in his pants.

As he climbed the stairs again, Lucy already came towards him. “I have to do something realquick,” she said as she threw on a thin jacket. “I'll be right back, it'll only take two minutes. I'm sorryy” She looked as if she had forgotten something really important. Tom was slightly puzzled, but let her pass and went upstairs.
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When Tom reached the top of the stairs, his eyes immediately fell on the door to his sister's room.
It was now closed. His stomach tightened a little. He paused for a moment. Had they heard him? Muffled music was still coming from their room. Maybe he was overthinking it. Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe not. There was nothing he could do about it now anyway.

He shook off the thought and made himself comfortable again on the cushion in Lucy's room. He heard the front door lock downstairs.
Not ten seconds later, he heard Isabel's bedroom door open. Or rather, he heard the music suddenly get louder. Tom lifted his head slightly and listened.
He assumed that the two of them were finally ready to leave. He waited for the footsteps to recede down the stairs, but to his surprise, the footsteps suddenly came closer. He sat up a little straighter, his heart beating faster again.
Then the door opened.
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Standing in front of him were Lucy's sister and, slightly behind her, Stella. Tom froze for a moment. The sister was still wearing her super-short denim shorts and this fishnet top, that barely covered anything. She had one hand casually resting on her hip, the other running through her hair. Next to her was Stella, wearing a black miniskirt and a top so short that you might think the tailor had run out of fabric halfway through. She tilted her head to one side.
Tom swallowed hard. For a moment, he didn't know what to do with himself. His gaze wandered as if by itself, first to one, then to the other, then back again. He tried to concentrate and look them in the eyes. And to appear as calm as possible.
“Well, Tommy...” said Isabel.

The voice was calm, but with that mockingly sweet undertone that immediately gave him goose bumps.
“Did you like what you saw?”
Isabel took a few steps towards him until she was standing right in front of him, looking down at him with a half-smile on her lips.
Before he could say anything, she plopped down next to him on the seat cushion. Stella followed her with a small, almost silent laugh and sat down on his other side. “We thought we'd drop by for a moment,” she said as she adjusted a pillow. Isabel looked at him with her head tilted, the sparkle in her eyes hard to miss.

"You know, I don't mind if you take a look. But then we want something in return. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair.“ As she spoke, she slid her hand over his upper arm, then up to his shoulder. Tom tried to explain: ”I... that wasn't intentional, I just ... well..." But before he could continue, Stella said with a gentle smile:
“You don't have to be ashamed. It's totally okay. But... it comes at a price.”
The two of them were sitting way too close to him, one on each side and he noticed a bulge forming in his pants again.
Suddenly, he felt a pinch in his side. He flinched reflexively.
“Oh?” Isabel said, feigning surprise. “Sensitive?”

As soon as she said that, Stella, on the other side followed with a similar pinch, this time just above his hip. Tom tensed even more. “Ahh!”
“That's interesting,” said Isabel as her fingers now wandered along his ribs.
“Wait, I... haha.” Tom tried to sit up, about to get up from the seat cushion, but in that moment Isabel sat down on his lap and pushed him back down by his chest. “Nooo. You stay right here.” Tom was paralyzed. His gaze slid briefly over her body, then he forced himself to look her in the eyes again. His face grew hot. She looked at him with a mischievous grin.
Then her fingers slid over his chest again. She began to tickle him, first on the sides, then further up over his ribs and toward his stomach.
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Tom immediately flinched, squirming under her weight, a cry escaping him. Before he could protest, Stella started to work on his hips from the other side.
“Hey - wait! No! AHAHAHAHA!” Tom tried to wriggle free, his hands flailing wildly, but it was hopeless. When he managed to fend off one of them, the other took the opportunity to strike.
“Someone's sensitive,” Isabel grinned. “If you keep wriggling like that, we'll have to hold you down.”
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Before Tom could even respond, Stella had already grabbed his right arm. With both hands, she pulled it back."That's better," she murmured with feigned strictness.Isabel immediately seized the moment, focusing her attacks on his now defenseless sides. Her fingers flew over his ribs, over his waist, without mercy. Tom gasped for air, laughed breathlessly, and squirmed even more. In a desperate attempt, Tom eventually twisted beneath her, somehow slipping onto his stomach. A half-successful bid for freedom.

But standing up was impossible now. He lay flat on the cushion, his face half-pressed into a pillow, with the two girls sitting on top of him. "Oh, this just makes it easier," Stella commented dryly, lifting his arms up so he couldn't support or hold onto anything anymore. Tom kicked and flailed around. Isabel  visibly enjoyed the moment of helplessness. She watched Tom with a sparkling gaze, letting her hands slide under his T-shirt, which had ridden up. Her fingernails scratched his sides very gently, teasingly, like a quiet harbinger of what was about to come. And Tom knew exactly what was coming. The mere suggestion made him squirm frantically, his laughter coming out strained and nervous. "AHA...AH... STOP... PLEASE!" Then she let loose. Her fingers dug deep into his sides, searching for his most sensitive spots. Tom shrieked and then burst into a mix of hysterical laughter and screams. "AHAHAHAHIIIIIIHHHH!" He tried to break free from the grip, but in his position, it was hopeless. A few seconds passed that felt like an eternity.

"I want a turn too!" Stella called out laughing. Isabel let go and gave Tom a moment to catch his breath. But before he could recover, she had already firmly grabbed his arms again and rolled him onto his back. This time, Stella sat down on his lap, while Isabel held his arms down and wrapped her legs around his head to make moving even harder for him. Stella looked at him with a smirk. She slowly pushed his T-shirt up, past his chest. Then she placed her hands on his stomach and began to massage him very gently. First, she stroked his entire upper body with her flat hand, then she started scratching his chest, sides, and ribs with her fingernails. It was ticklish in a way that was sometimes pleasant and sometimes torturous.

Tom blushed even harder than he already was before. Stella seemed to notice and moved a little closer to him, intensifying her massage a bit more.

"You are so cute when you blush like that," she said, grinning. Then she stretched back exaggeratedly. Her too-short T-shirt slid up. Her gleaming skin stretched tight. Tom's gaze followed the fine line from her navel upwards. Her top had ridden up so far that he could catch a fleeting glimpse of her breasts from below. Then Stella looked at him again. "You didn't just peak again, did you?".

Tom opened his mouth, wanting to justify himself, but he didn't get the chance. In the next moment, she lunged at him with a grin, her fingers accurately targeting his sides, his waist, his stomach.

"No, wait! AHAHAHAHAHAH" But it was too late yet again. Her hands flew over his upper body, finding every sensitive spot. Sometimes scratching lightly, sometimes just pricking with her fingertips. Tom writhed like crazy, snorted, gasped, laughed, a laugh that eventually turned into a hoarse choke.

Her fingers didn't stop, always finding new spots, as if she enjoyed taking him apart piece by piece. She was about to say something when her gaze fell on the bulge in his pants.
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"Oh... Looks like you're enjoying this even more than I am."
She looked at him,first with a grin, then with a look that was decidedly more serious than before. Slowly, her hand wandered back to his stomach, gliding gently over his skin. Her fingertips traced small circles on his skin before they wandered deeper, centimeter by centimeter, further downwards.With a skillful movement, she unzipped his pants while her fingers continued their path along his lower abdomen.

Tom held his breath. Every muscle in him tensed. He felt his erection growing with every centimeter she moved downwards. And she took her time, as if meticulously examining every inch. Then, the loud slam of a door echoed through the house from downstairs. Stella stopped instantly. Her eyes lifted, meeting Isabel's. For a moment, everything was silent. "One word about this, and we'll visit you again!" Isabel warned him with a meaningful look. She jumped up and moved toward the door. Stella grinned, leaned over him again while letting her fingernails wander up his bare torso.

Then she gave a firm squeeze where the bulge in his pants had formed. Tom flinched violently and immediately wanted to jump up, but she grabbed him by his chest with her other hand, pressed him down, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She quickly followed Isabel out of the room without saying another word. Tom couldn't help but stare after them for a moment.

Then he blinked, snapping back to reality. His pulse was still racing. He hastily straightened up, ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, smoothed down his face, and took a deep breath.He glanced at his shirt, it was crooked, the fabric wrinkled. He quickly adjusted it. He could already hear the first steps on the stairs. He grabbed a pillow and used it to cover his erection. What if she noticed something? What if his face gave too much away? Tom forced himself into the most relaxed expression possible and sat back down on the floor cushion, as if nothing had happened.The door opened.

Lucy walked in. "Sorry, that took a little longer," she said breathlessly, slipping the thin jacket off her shoulders. Tom blinked. "No big deal," he mumbled, too quickly, too high-pitched. Then he cleared his throat. "Everything's fine." She gave him a warm smile, completely unconcerned. Then she dropped back onto the large floor cushion, sliding close to him, just like before."Hope you didn't miss me too much," she said playfully, leaning against his side.Tom forced a crooked smile. "A little," he said softly.She looked relaxed, as if nothing had happened. No hints, no scrutinizing look. Apparently, she really hadn't noticed a thing.