Living with my PORNSTAR sisters-Chapter 18: They Want More

The sun was barely up, just a thin pink line bleeding across the kitchen blinds, when the four women started moving around like nothing had happened. Plates clinked. Coffee hissed in the machine. Bacon popped in the pan.

Except nobody was looking anybody in the eye for more than half a second.

Raven stood at the stove in an old oversized T-shirt of Leo’s that barely reached mid-thigh, hair still damp from the shower, dark nipples faintly visible through the thin cotton whenever she reached for something high. Lana was beside her, quietly slicing tomatoes, wearing one of Raven’s silk robes that was two sizes too small across the chest—her heavy brown tits threatening to spill out every time she leaned forward. Sasha and Blair were at the table already, still in last night’s micro-skirts and crop tops, hair wrecked, makeup smudged, looking like they’d been through a war and won.

Blair sipped black coffee, legs crossed, one boot tapping the floor. She finally broke the silence.

"Ahem. So?"

Raven and Lana both froze mid-motion.

"What?" Raven asked, spatula hovering.

Blair rolled her eyes. "Don’t play dumb. Did you enjoy getting railed by Leo? That’s what I’m asking."

Sasha snorted into her mug. "Jesus, Blair, just say it like a normal person next time."

Lana set the knife down carefully. She looked calm—too calm. Her voice came out soft, almost dreamy.

"It wasn’t only Leo, you know." She glanced at Sasha and Blair. "Your dad... he’s pretty great too. Just a little rough." Her tone dropped on the last word, turning into something close to a moan. "Really rough."

Sasha’s mug hit the table harder than necessary.

"Are you serious?" she snapped. "From what I’ve seen, he’s a fucking asshole. I’m pretty sure he forced himself on you."

Lana met her gaze without flinching. "He did. And I enjoyed it."

Blair let out a short, incredulous laugh. "Lana... no offense, but you’re actually a whore. Like, capital-W Whore."

Lana smiled—small, slow, unashamed. "And what about you, Mother Raven?"

Raven turned the burner off. She wiped her hands on a dish towel, took a breath.

"It was reckless," she admitted quietly. "I got carried away. But when I saw what he could do—Leo, I mean... that cock..." She trailed off, cheeks darkening. "It’s too much. Too good. I couldn’t hold back."

In the living room, Leo was still passed out on the sofa where he’d finally collapsed around 4 a.m. Legs spread, one arm flung over his head, sweatpants shoved halfway down his thighs. His dick—nine thick, veined inches—was still fully hard, lying heavy against his stomach even in sleep, the head shiny with leftover cum and spit.

Sasha walked over first.

"Leo. Wake up. Breakfast."

Nothing.

Blair tried next, leaning over him. "Leo. Wakey wakey."

A faint snore.

Raven stepped up last. She knelt beside the couch, long dark hair falling over one shoulder. Her fingers—soft, hesitant—traced the underside of his shaft, barely touching.

"Leo," she whispered, lips close to his ear, voice low and slutty. "Wake up, baby..."

His eyes snapped open.

Raven jerked her hand back like she’d been burned, cheeks flaming. "Oh—he’s up."

Leo blinked groggily, rubbing his face. "Sasha... Blair... Mother Raven... Lana..." He yawned, stretching. "What are you guys doing?"

"Nothing," Lana said sweetly from the kitchen doorway. "Just trying to wake you up."

He tilted his head, finally noticing the snoring lump on the floor near the guest-room door—his father, still out cold, nose swollen and crusted with dried blood.

"What’s Dad doing there?"

"Nothing," Sasha said quickly. "He just... fell asleep. Probably tired."

Leo shrugged. "Maybe."

"Now get up," Blair said. "Breakfast’s ready."

Leo swung his legs off the couch and stood.

His sweatpants were still shoved halfway down. His cock—still rock-hard—bobbed free, thick and heavy, swaying slightly as he yawned again.

The four women froze. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Sasha’s coffee mug paused halfway to her lips.

Blair’s thighs pressed together so hard her knees knocked.

Raven’s breath hitched audibly.

Lana bit her lower lip until it turned white.

Leo scratched his stomach, oblivious. "What?"

Blair cleared her throat. "Leo... your cock."

He looked down.

His dick was out—fully erect, veins standing out, head glistening.

"Shit—" He yanked the waistband up, fumbling to zip himself back in. "Sorry."

Raven’s voice was hoarse. "No problem. Besides... it’s not like it’s hidden from us anyway."

The four of them stared at him—openly, shamelessly—like wolves circling something they’d already tasted.

Leo felt the heat of their gazes like physical pressure. His cock jumped visibly under the fabric.

Sasha broke the silence first, voice rough.

"Eat your fucking breakfast, Leo. Before one of us decides to eat you instead."

He swallowed hard.

"Yes ma’am."

He sat at the table—very carefully.

The women moved around him like they were orbiting a live grenade.

Plates were set down. Coffee poured. Forks scraped.

Nobody spoke for almost a full minute.

Then Lana—calm, sweet Lana—leaned across the table to pass him the syrup, her robe gaping open just enough to show the dark curve of one nipple.

"So," she said lightly, "when do we go for round two?"

Raven choked on her orange juice.

Blair grinned like a shark.

Sasha just looked at Leo—long, slow, promising.

"After breakfast," she said. "And after we make some new rules. Because if we’re all sharing that cock..." She reached under the table, squeezed his thigh hard enough to make him jump. "...then we’re doing it right."

Leo’s dick throbbed painfully against his zipper.

He looked around the table—at his stepmother, at the married neighbor, at his two porn-star step-sisters—and realized something very clearly.

Breakfast was going to be the longest meal of his life.